Would that I meet another day...

if world be ready for its ends.

Will I pretend against

(as passed and passing sins have shown)

how little time remains for play?

Will I obey command to love

with all of heart and mind and soul

the one true God,

and neighbor like to self?

Or dance at odds,

with pride alone as holding-stake,

forsaking warnings uttered clear

through holy Word or witness dear besides?

Why hide, like Eden’s sinners old,

each moment rotted loose from truest Vine?

His Will be mine, I plead,

and plead again,

while breath remains to meet the dawn.

coarse the road home

coarser still the view

no elemental respite

to assuage ache of ages

duty ordered visit

battered bones complied

we sat, silent…

lost… in reverie confined

wondering if time

(ever clamoring for more)

could have quelled regret

lying, to other, to self

we did as we pleased

burned bridges with glee

drew lines not to cross

painted memories

black with blame

not counting the cost

not knowing

heart

could turn

to

stone

NO kitty, this is my pot pie

Sitting so deliciously on the kitchen side

Keep your eye off the dish

I shall give you a little if you wish

But take one step towards the smell

I shall surely give you hell

It is unhygienic for you to nose my food

I also think it pretty rude

The other day you stole my pork chop

This stealing from your mummy has to stop!

I woke up on Sunday

quite ready for church;

backed out in my Hyundai

to crash with a lurch!

My pleasant demeanor

(which started the day)

crushed flat by the beaner

I got in the fray!

On Monday, I figured

things couldn’t get worse,

but that folly triggered

more reason to curse.

The ride I’d finagled

(my car in the shop)

was out getting bageled

and forgot to stop!

That might be forgiven

when Tuesday arrived

if she hadn’t driven

where bees had been hived.

Ten stings were the answer

(allergic I’m not),

my jumps like a dancer

throughout parking lot!

By Wednesday, though weary,

I tried to regroup.

I even got cheery

and packed me some soup.

It tasted so yummy

(while warming me through),

I filled up my tummy

and went to the zoo!

I’m glad that my bosses

by Thursday could see

I’d dealt them no losses

and cost them no fee.

It’s not that I’m lazy

(I work really hard),

but life had been crazy

for this week, so far.

On Friday, you know it,

I counted the tocks

though I couldn’t show it

by watching the clocks.

I don’t think it’s stretching

(in fact I’m quite sure)

to say all my kvetching

had only one cure –

and that was for free time,

now Saturday bound.

A ‘what do you see’ rhyme

in Seuss-i-cal-sound

I’ve writ for a week

(though it’s only a lark).

Life isn’t so bleak

if your car can stay parked!

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