Sometimes just writing about the day is enough. (This is the only poem I wrote yesterday, but we’ll ignore that little fact for now…)

We won’t talk about that today
With no answers to be had
the conversation would be short
On that score
I’m sure you’d agree

I’m glad I didn’t have to walk all that way
It probably wouldn’t have been so bad
but I was having second thoughts
On that score
I’m sure you’d agree

It’s good, though, to get out and play
I’ve got to do more of that
it’s so much more fun than I’d thought
On that score
I’m sure you’d agree

I guess it’s that singer’s birthday
for someone my age, he’s not looking bad
The papers don’t have much to report
on that score
I’m sure you’d agree

I’m watching a movie to end the day
you can’t go wrong with Shaun of the Dead
(better comedy than sport)
On that score
I’m sure you’d agree

In a short while, I’ll be drifting away
the sounds of the movie hovering above my head
and diving into my dreams, where they’ll cavort
and carouse, wanting more for the sake of more
If it’s in my dreams, is it really me?

(25 June 2016—posted June 26th)