The Age of Indolence
Being a household hero
and laying in my hammock,
is the only reason.
Summer in my backyard,
is my favorite season.
I love a soft warm southern breeze.
As I lay I the shade of Red dogwood trees...
The only Hurricane in the forecast,
is swirling with ice in my tall glass.
As I enjoy the lay of the land,
lounging here all day is only part of my plan.
Quietly protecting the peace,
my silent sentinel of serenity.
Man’s best friend, a full grown
three-pound chocolate chihuahua
asleep under my feet.
A beautiful woman enters my view,
and she has a list of chores for me to do.
Seeing the way, she’s dressed and
headed in my direction I thought
maybe she’d like to help me
with my now rising (wish it was bigger).
She strolls toward me singing my name.
She sings a song of why I’m at the top of her list
for the lazy man’s hall of fame.
Her velvety voice is music to my ears.
If you like the sound of a drill sergeant,
commanding troops for a number of years.
It is from my lovely wife
where I catch hell.
Because she knows her husband,
dose nothing very well.
A wonderful woman, soft as silk,
but when she’s in a mood her voice
has been known to curdle milk.
Lift that bail! tote that barge!
Trim those bushes! And wash the Car!
Honey when are you going to cut the grass?
And I say
Right now, my riding mower seems to be out of gas.
then you could put together the new barbecue grill.
I pictured the unopened box in my garage,
Honey I checked the parts and its missing a wheel.
OK! When are you going to start building the back deck?
And I said
Yesterday I talked to a contractor but he wouldn’t take a check.
The grand kids are looking forward
to playing on the new swings.
And I said
Well I think I’ll have that together
by some time, next spring.
Well when are you going to walk this ole dog
that pays me no mind?
And I said
If you look honey, she’s got four legs
and I think she walk’s just fine.
you can at least wash the car and trim the bushes!
I take a sip from my drink,
and took a half minute to think...
I looked in her beautiful brown eyes.
Knowing this isn’t what she wants to do.
She climbs into my arms, you see,
my hammock is very comfortable.
It was made for two.
Copyright © Robert Kinard | Year Posted 2020
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