Projects
The door's paint - peeling
Cedar siding wear and tear
Garden sharing space with weeds
"To Do" list is born
And goes forth to mutiply
In digital form
6 a.m.
Light from the window
Seeps into my bedroom door
The dog's collar - clear jingle
Sounds of morning
Pleasantly awakens me
A brand new day to spin.
Who Knew?
The job I hated
It occurred to me, just now -
Those people hated me, too!
At sixty two years
There's a chance I might be
Becoming wise, perhaps.
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