I sit in my garden,
The day is turning to night,
A glass of Laphroaig beside me.
I sit and listen,
Listen to Nature’s Symphony
As the birds call out,
Call out goodnight to me.
A sip of scotch in my mouth
Deserved at the end of this day,
This day I my life
Where all is well.
And I sit here relaxing
And thinking of the beauty,
The beauty in my life.
My lover with me forever,
Music in my life forever
And the glory I find,
The glory I find in Nature.
So as the darkness creeps,
Creeps into the day,
I know I am a lucky man,
Lucky to live my long life
And be able to appreciate,
Appreciate the wonder of life,
The wonder of my life.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 22nd, 2023 01:10
- Comment from author about the poem: In my long life I have been very fortunate to have so many things of emotional value in it.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 7
Comments4
Good write Gold. I didn't ruin it by turning up with water! lol.
No not this time Orchi, thank you.
Andy
Thanks for the larf!
A litany of the things we love is always consoling to write and moving to the audience... we all have a different version but we also recognize the comfort in another soul's catalogue of blessings... water or wine, soda or scotch, cheers all around.
Thank you jarcher54, much appreciated. I feel that I am a very lucky man.
Andy
Dear Andy,
An inspiring, uplifting, and much appreciated share from you today.
Enjoy this blessed day.
Laura 🌻
P.S.—…a single malt?🤔
Thank you Laura, much appreciated.
Yes a single malt - Laphroaig is my favourite. We are going away this weekend and the Hotel in which we are staying sell Laphroaig so a good weekend all round.
Andy
Appreciation is such an encompassing feeling, and really all it takes is just for one to pause, reflect, look within and without. I feel like this piece does just that, and conveys the emotion so well in the process. A heartfelt write full of self disclosure. Thank you for sharing, gifted one.
That pause and reflection mean so much in life. Thank you for your kind words Garth.
Andy
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