3 September 2019
Waking up to the
smell of sweaty socks
much like a locker room
at the gym.
Took my morning brew outside -
relieving my lungs of the staleness
of a closed room.
The air much to be
a relief as I watch the clouds
and trees moving in a world
of continual change.
Nothing ever to stay the same
except for change - and fresh morning
air cooling my brew - good thing
to be living alone - who else
could put up with the stench
of sweaty socks - or a stale room?
Copyright © Tom Cook | Year Posted 2019
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