Etching the Day
I love a room that overlooks
A river or the sea,
For, on a terrace with some books,
Is where I like to be.
A sunny seat, a view with boats
And birdsong in the air,
A husband who, upon me, dotes -
Why, nothing can compare!
A mid-day ice cream, browsing stores,
A walk along the shore,
A bowl of mussels, Guinness pours -
Well, who could ask for more?
But all good things must end, they say,
So now we’re heading home
And on the way, I’ve etched the day
Into my daily poem.
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