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,

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.

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

© 2020, John Smallshaw.