What Was I Thinking
After working for most of forty years,
I’d surely paid my dues.
Retirement brought me time to play
and I need give no excuse.
I’d paid my taxes cheerfully
and tithed for the good Lord.
All my club dues were up to date.
No one could say a word
If I should indulge myself a bit
and live my life with ease.
With children grown and on their own
I had only self to please.
One day a small cat came to call.
I fell for his kittenish ways.
He seemed to be the perfect fit
when I had some lonely days.
What ever was I thinking?
My head must be filled with rocks.
I gave up my freedom, my just dues,
for a cat and his litter box.
For Paula’s contest “ How Due You Dew” I won # 2
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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