Notes About The Poem
When we find ourselves alone we often have the best intentions to create comfort and happy and nice, but we also often get hooked on sloth instead.
Alone To Create
Everyone has left the house, leaving me for the night.
Leaving me here alone and free. Free with the shimmering moonlight.
I’ve got hours and ages to do all I want. All I want in this empty place.
Actually, no, I’d better start to clean, convert this room to a happy party space.
Hmmm, clean this? No, not yet. Right now I’ve a better thought.
First I need to eat some food. What’s in the fridge? Not much really, well ….. nought!
I might order pizza, yes, pizza and beer and then I’ll clean this room.
Up goes the stereo, rock on in a trance, and dance with this broom.
Hey, there’s heaps of floor to dance on in front of the T.V. set.
I wonder what’s on tonight, I know, this tele has the internet.
Just five minutes of You Tube before I clean…. That was never four hours.
It was just random stuff: biggest fails, funny animals, and unusual cannibal flowers.
Actually, I’m a bit tired now, before I clean I’ll just have a little quick snooze.
Wow, what happened there? The sun came up, Oh man, I’m still in my shoes.
Pizza boxes, empty beer bottles on top make a glorious morning sight.
When everyone gets back they’re going to think that I partied hard all night.
Alas, fun intentions and plans to clean, laughs with a small spirited break,
End in nothing happening, a virtual party, then waking with a small headache.
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