Aa Harvey

Internal Monologue

Internal Monologue

I guess I am truly getting old.

The time has come to let the old me go.

My face of youth no longer suits.

No longer feeling bullet proof;

More like feeling twenty-percent proof,

When I wake up, still in pieces.

I am sure I went to sleep hours ago.

I’m sure I did, I swear it.

My body does not feel rested.

It’s begging out to,

Get your head tested,

If you think I am moving right now pal!

You’re joking!

I ain’t moving unless there is an earthquake

And even then I will only be shaking;

But I won’t get up yet…

I love this bed.

I am setting up camp,

Understand?

She has not got up yet.

Don’t leave her all alone.

Turn off your phone and hold the water flow.

Just go back to sleep.

But I really gotta pee!

No you don’t, just hold it in.

It’s far too warm for that cold room with the sink.

So lay here with her until she wakes up

And when she does, ask her for a back rub.

I don’t know what you did last night,

But it feels like I slept on a log.

Ignore the dog that is scratching in the kitchen down stairs.

He can hold it in too, unless he hears you, walking down the stairs.

Look. She will wake up in twenty three minutes,

So give me a rest before the invasion of the kids,

The barking dog and the wifely orders;

The chores, the D.I.Y., the school run

And planting those borders!

The shopping’s today and outside looks so grey

And so very, very cold.

I’m feeling too old; my body aches.

I think in bed you should remain,

Just for a little while longer.

You know you ain’t getting any younger.

So close your eyes, just rest them a while,

So when she does wake you up,

With a word of love,

Or a shout,

Or a shove,

You can greet her with a kiss and a friendly smile

And don’t forget to say:

“Morning love.”