The Sucky Couch

My couch is oh so Comfy. It’s true I wouldn’t lie. And every time I sit there, I have trouble with my eyes. No matter who is with me, or what I’m watching on TV…. It tends to drift right by me as I work hard, my eyes to see. Unfortunately, they keep closing. No matter what I do. And I have to watch a movie repeatedly, to finally see it thru. I know I’m getting older. Of that I have no doubt. That couch sucks me into its comfort, tho it’s a prize I treasure all-out. So if you come to see me, expect the very worst… But know I’d love to visit, if only I could stay alert… My father came to visit at the age of 78… We got along to perfection, with all the naps we both take each night… I swear, I can fall asleep sitting up, or standing on my head. My husband lays a blanket upon me, each night as he goes to bed. Then finally I will wake up, about 2-3 AM… Then it’s off to bed to finish what I started before then… And then another nap at noon time, between writing poetry in a comfy chair… There’s times I lose my poetry to my little snores there… Then it’s back to working harder to try to write some more… But that couch is so addictive, I doubt I’ll ever see my friends again… And any where past 7 is really bad for me… But don’t forget to visit, anyway…if you’re in the vicinity. If you cannot wake me… just leave a note, you see… And I’ll be really tickled pink… to know you remembered me, it’s true… Even though I may not remember you… Written 1-18-2013: Love it because it's so true and was fun to write.