Nap Time
Well how about that, it's nap time again
It's three o'clock in the afternoon
Us old guys don't have a say in the matter
When it's time it's the same old tune
We nod off while watching Oprah Winfrey
Then wake up and curse at the world
Really wanted to see her special guest today
Got angry and my pillow I hurled
My old age is finally catching up with me
Once was filled with vigor and vim
To bend over and tie my shoelaces now
The result is really quite grim
And so it goes, with this getting old thing
Father Time marches on relentlessly
Used to be able to sleep through the night
Now I toss and turn restlessly
Which means I catch up in the daylight hours
Matters not what I'm doing at the time
When the clock on the wall cries out 3 PM
It's onto the couch I climb
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018
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