SONNET XIV – Being in the Moment
Six o’clock news and Sunday New York Times.
Make sure dinner is balanced and healthy.
Write one more sonnet and work on the rhymes.
Plan a budget as I am not wealthy.
Old enough now for Death to cross my mind.
Write out the list for a trip to the store.
Make resolution to move your behind.
And clear a path through the mess to the door.
I won’t find a lover, nor be a star.
If I lose weight the breasts surely will fall.
I’m too old and sick to dance on a bar
The Lottery Pick Six ain’t gonna call.
Yet each day is a comfortable gift.
And one more breath is a joy to be whiffed.