I retired at 21. I'll go to work at 65, if God spare.
I get drowsy after drinking coffee. When I wake up at 2 am, the coffee helps me get back to sleep.
My Etsy parcels get detoured to Mobile, Alabama.
The young are often wiser than the old. Mayor Pete vs Cuarenta y Stinko.
I declaim Chaucerian pentameters to the squirrels of Menotomy. They pelt and bonk my noggin with scores of acorns.
After I spend the night gobbling Chex Mix and mainlining Ben & Jerry's, the bathroom scale tells me I have lost three pounds.
Poetry by Thomas D
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Written on 2020-01-14 at 11:54
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