Up at my normal time,
Downstairs ,
Switch on radio,
Switch on computer,
Put kettle on.
Settle down to write,
To write and read poetry.
Kettles boiled,
Makes tea.
Back to computer ,
Write and read poetry,
Check messages,
Answer those that need,
Need answering.
Pour cereal into bowl,
Add milk,
Eat while reading poems.
Check washing up is done,
Potter around
Doing other tasks.
Back to writing poetry.
Potter some more.
Look at the clock.
BLIMEY!
Look at the time,
I need to go out!
Now in a rush!
The three s’s need to be done,
S…,shave and shower.
Dress in a hurry,
All ready to go,
I shouldn’t be late.
But what has happened?
What has happened to the time?
I had plenty when I got up
But it has disappeared,
Gone like magic.
A typical morning,
Of being retired!
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: December 3rd, 2019 02:37
- Comment from author about the poem: Being retired I must have time for everything, but no it just flashes by each day.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 38
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Comments1
You enjoying yourself there then? As they say, time goes quickly when we're enjoying ourselves - does it?!
Yes time is filled, sometimes too much.
I wish I had been busier in 1066. I would not have had the free time to muck things up!
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