Just Woke Up

Just another day in paradise ...
    Has been my waking thought most days.
        But damn, it's not getting any easier,
            To repeat this catchy phrase.

Now I'm sure my age is partly responsible,
    As the mileage increases the wear and tear.
        While my income doesn't keep up with compound
            Interest; it's just numerically unfair.

So I'm left to  and belly-ache,
    To a solitary audience that won't talk back.
        Because if I did, I might find a rubber room,
            Modeling a straight-jacket and a sack.

Of course this leads to suffering in solitude,
    As family and friends have fled the scene.
        Where now I can see why many elders imbibe,
            I mean hell, a paradise-like pub to intervene ?

Yet I realize that's not the answer, at least
    Not the one that can be seen to last.
        So being awakened to my dwindling Eden,
            Should I slow my pace compared to my past ?

Through it all, a solution hides near me,
    But I know we'll find each other soon.
        And when it happens, the heavens will smile
            Again, while I watch the ongoing cartoon.
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