Bed time for old timers


Sundown and now to get your head down
and at sun-up, bright and shiny,
shake a leg it’s time he
got up.

Can’t waste a minute when your
days are numbered,

But
it’s a good job I lost count,
and I,
like a cat mounting the gallows
diving again into the deep
because the shallows are too easy.

Tomorrow,
may its name be a blessing
although
I’m only guessing
will come,
sun-up is such a lovely
feeling.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.