There I am once more,
Lost in words,
Writing them on the page.
I look up,
See the time,
And realise I am in trouble!
In trouble again!
Once more I am late,
Late with the wife’s,
Morning cup of tea.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 31st, 2017 01:44
- Comment from author about the poem: Every morning for that passed thirty six years, I have tried to take my wife up a cup of tea in bed about 7:15 in the morning, but sometimes I am late.
- Category: Family
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Comments7
Now this is so so true - I get totally carried away writing and my wife is always getting on to me and not without some justification.
I am glad that I am not alone i being in the 'doghouse'.
I am sure in her view you are always on time.
Great write!
Thank you Dan, I think that you are right.
A fine write Gold. Yes, by the time we've commented on one poem, then on another one, and....That time going quick while you're enjoying yourself?!
Very true Orchi.
THANKS ANDY ~ Peter Sellers as good at voices as Peter Ustinoff ! The UP & DOWNS of Married Life seem endless like the stairs ~ BRIAN (still happily single and happy with my own Teasmaid !)
Thanks Brian, may your Teasmaid continue to brew.
So true, time seems to fly when writing. And bringing tea to your wife every morning for 36 years is probably the most beautiful declaration of love I have read.
Thanks Fred our life together is and has been very special.
What an especially loving routine, dear you. I'd say mind the clock, but we all have an understanding of how that happens!
Thanks Heather, poetry and time do not necessarily work together.
Simple but brilliant...
Thanks PH, much appreciated.
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