A Day In The Life

A Day In The Life

The day begins like any other.
No clocks, no alarms – just the birds sweet song.
Before I rise I give thanks for the day and
that I slept soundly all the night long.

I think of the things I must do that day.
I should make a “to do list” before they all fade away.
To the kitchen I head to start my morning brew.
“Now where’s that coffee, and the filters to.”
The morning before I attempt to retrace,
and when I find my brew, it’s NOT in the right place.

I returned to the bedroom to take a quick bath
but instead I searched for my favorite lost hat.
As I am dressing, my car keys I spot.
It seams lately I misplace them a lot.
This reminds me of my list of “to dos”.
Boy! I sure could use a cup of fresh brew!

Picking up my car keys, I head for the door.
But I notice the garbage on the laundry room floor.
So out it goes and the room smell anew.
Oh my, the wash from the day before. I must
rerun the cycle to avoid the mildew.

Looking out the window I see the sunshine,
so I change into work clothes to garden while there’s time.
I love to garden and thank God I’m still able.
“Now what are those car keys doing on that table.”
Oh yes, the errands I must run while in town.
The grocery, the post office and Wall mart, for sure.
“That list of to dos must be somewhere around.”
Oh well, it’s time for lunch, so I know what I’ll do.
I’ll eat, nap, run errands then I'll be through.

I wake from my nap still groggy and tired.
I’ll go for a walk and stretch my legs for a while.
The weather is nice, the air fresh and crisp.
The clouds in the sky pass by with a wisp.
I stay out longer than I know I should.
The day’s quickly passing, I’d make it longer if I could.

I return inside, it’s getting late in the day.
“There’s something I must do before the day gets away.”
I search for my car keys, maybe they will be a clue.
“First thing tomorrow I’ll make a list of “to dos”.

So this is the way each day seams to pass.
No laundry done, no errands run and “No Cup Of Fresh Brew”.
Oh well, when you get older, that’s just life’s way
and tomorrow, God Willing, will be another day.

Miriam