Move on Back
move on back I say to my gray dendrite jar
It is in the closet, over there, not very far
It wants me to be a country music star
I laugh at the audacity, give a har har har
ambitions? Not really. I don’t want to think.
Since my retirement I’ve been in the pink.
Not wanting to take on monotonous jobs
staying away from Joes, Billies and Bobs.
I have no dreams or goals to fulfill.
Just loving my daily walk up a hill.
Enjoying the weather, mild like this.
Not jumping for snakes, not giving a hiss.
My brain can stay on that closet shelf.
I don’t need it to pen poems about elf.
Imagination must be lodged in my heart.
I do nothing extra, you can’t make me start.
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