Confessions

How am I feeling?  Fair to maudlin.

Because I have not jogged at all lately

And been spending my mornings sedately

My jogs were the times

I worked on my rhymes

My output has fallen off greatly.

Tuning fifty I was still cruising

Reaching sixty was a bit less amusing

The years slip on by

The numbers get high

And seventy was more of a bruising.

Trying to Catch Up

Traveling broadens your horizons.  Berkeley, CA, late morning, everyday between Christmas and New Years, men, women, students sitting outside various coffee shops talking and having coffee.  Looks enticing.  Back in Maine after New Years - No Freezing Way.

Men sitting outside drinking coffee

Conversation seems easy and free

Just shooting the breeze

Relaxed and at ease

I admit I regard them with envy.

Unfortunately it’s not just the weather, I think it’s me.

There’s so much that I’ve left unfinished

My task list is never diminished

I don’t have a clue

What I would do

With time and money to do as I wished.