My One a Day

The time has quickly passed away,
I promised myself a poem a day.
It is now time to write the last,
Now I need to really think fast.

What to write, I do not know,
Where on earth did all the time go?
I remember my promise clear as day,
I swear it was only yesterday.

I've wrote about Monsters, kids and kin,
I've wrote about never ever giving in.
Glitches and Rosie's and we are blessed,
The one about PTSD I found was a test.

Friends are back from their flyaway holiday,
I can't believe they were three weeks away.
Told of bedtime stories and Eerie nights,
Wonder if my mate is still wired right?

Well I think that will do for a quick resume'
Anything else I will leave for another day.
We have to go shopping before it's too hot,
We should be home soon, we don't need a lot.

So I've managed to fulfill my promise to me,
A poem a day, sometimes two or even three,
That's not bad going for an old fogy like me,
Off out now, maybe I'll write, right after tea!

© Dave Timperley 31 August 2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Turner Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 8:22 AM
Fun read, Dave! If you're anything like me, I usually don't write on the same topic twice. The only exceptions are nature and love.
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August 31, 2016 at 8:45 AM
Daniel, I try to write as the mood grabs me. I am forever thinking up ditties while driving and as such I never get chance to write them down and they wisp away.
Gupta Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 6:55 AM
How nice you write ... so spontaneous a flow ...
Timperley Avatar
August 31, 2016 at 8:46 AM
Ah my dear Probir, Thank you for your comments they are always welcome. God Bless. D.
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