Agony Of Age
Written: by Miracle Man
January 17, 2021
I've very little trouble finding sleep,
but settling in early makes time to creep.
From my shoulder pain I quickly awake,
and more Tylenol I'm then forced to take.
That’s why I’m generally up by two,
and writing soon becomes, my chosen do.
While I'm asleep I seem to dream, dream, dream,
they have no meaning or connecting theme.
When sack time comes early, so does rising,
rampant are thoughts, a few are surprising.
It's during quiet time I seek God's face,
and He lets me know I've entered His space.
“No one can arrive from being talented alone.
God gives talent; work transforms talent into genus.”
Anna Pavlova
Both our brains hazy (and you may be crazy,)
But damned if I don’t seem to love you, dear friend,
Each of us “nutter” on other one’s clutter
But both can be true, with no need to offend.
Our kitchen’s well stocked, but arrangement’s half-cocked,
But a truce still survives for the world is our oyster.
What’s flaccid on grill can be spiced up with pill,
So no need for retirement to monk-dom or cloister!
We eat out a lot and prefer Queen to cot,
Where our snuggling makes time in the sack, time of giving,
Though thoughts of dream home can make both want to roam
Very best’s when your home is wherever she’s living.
Good friends come over, we’re rolling in clover
For friends, hers or mine, always magnify bliss.
Easy to measure, a feeling you treasure,
The rapture you felt when you got first French kiss!
Long Tooth
June 5, 2017
Yearning for peace
Only finding chaos
My world spinning out of control
So much to do
So little time
Especially just for me
Wanting me for something
Wishing I could be in several places
Or no place at all
Seasons may change in a timely manner
But lately my life resembles a roller-coaster ride
Tired and cold
Wanting respite
Needing to find
Peace for my heart
Weary in spirit
Body not far behind
Thank goodness I already lost my mind
Shattered thoughts
Fevered dreams
Too much wake time
Not enough sack time...