Category: Modern Life

More and more
I long for
an isolated place
with a dark sky
and water lapping

The ballots are cast
But they are still counting

Predictions come faster
Than a fire hose fountain

Despite our exhaustion
The pundits still talk

Relax, take a nap
Perhaps a long walk

If booze is your thing
Try that too

Whoever you are
You should be you!

Rushing through the days
Hours expire unenjoyed
Still no time to rest

It is Tuesday night of Turkey Week

and I’ll admit my willpower’s weak

Soon politics I won’t be discussing

for in my mouth the feast I’ll be stuffing.