Another Day In Paradise
Sweet satin dreams prempts peeks of sun
Through white slant eyed and dusty blinds
Sending furnance like blasts of heat at times
Yet cooled by an overhead fan.
The patter of cat paws upon my turquoise sheets
Alerts me every morning for wet food eats.
She meows and turns her head from side to side
As if to say,"Daddy its time, its time".
At first I am bothered but I give her a smile
Then cradle her in my arms, for she's my loving child.
So off to the fridge I go, without any curses or gab
While she stares at me , I know I must, quickly go wash my hands.
After that I grab a cigarette and micro wave my coffee,
Dear Rosey my sweet little female cat ,I feel is much too bossy.
Outside I go with cup in hand then search for a second lighter
Then look up at the clear blue skies, the mountains that I admire.
As I hang out and sip and smoke without any plans
Its another day in paradise and I'm a sober man.
Amongst the brush piles and leaves the handyman didn't remove.
Once inside I put down my cup then crank up my computer,
And no e mail is found.
Its another day in paradise and I wouldn't change a thing,
If I were rich or even poorer I'd stay exactly the same.
Copyright © Carlus Wilmot | Year Posted 2010
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