Time
poetry
My creaky old bones whisper there will be a day when the bed will be my throne.
No work projects family or friends to enjoy so far away from my home.
A quiet room down the hall on the right end of the corridor
Elongated days with no beginning end and no one to call anymore.
So I will get up I will do my chores
Feed the animals catch up on the wars.
Today is not the day for me to lay down
Leave others to save this country / state / town
No today’s agenda filled with assurance unicorns and light
I pop up slip on my shoes the spirit bright
I will have that day/month/ year of lying in state
Just not now, not here the bed will wait
I will rest when I am dead in the sky above
Knowing I’ve given my all my life my love
I made warriors to carry on the fight
Strongmen and women not afraid of the light
So today, pen in hand open clear mind
I write a verse or two about our total lack of time
Time for rebellion time for joy time to melee
Time to save energy for the fight another day
My rhyme scheme heavy
All my verses staunch
You have seen my dribble - who is ready to launch?