Killing Time


Dreaming of trails

I had to sit around indoors as the weather had turned to rain
too wet to go outside to play on trail or garden both the same
I looked around for things to do something that I would not shirk
the house needs cleaning and dusting too but somehow that looks like work
there is only me and three small dogs whose contribution to the cause
is for each to have their special place where they can sleep without a pause
to interrupt their daily routines just to clean up their dust
doesn’t seem to be the way to go no need for me to make a fuss
that solves the problem about cleaning the house but what to do instead
I could probably take a nap and creep back into bed
the dogs would cuddle up with me just to keep me safe 
but that would be a waste of time and my mind would chafe
as doing nothing is not my way so that idea is gone
so maybe I can write a poem a verse or more not long
it’s just that I am sitting here with nothing much to show
messing around with my PC and things are going slow
trying to write a word or two to get them all to rhyme
and the going is very hard and taking all of my time
but wait just look what I have written words that are in verse
and maybe it’s not that good but I have written worse
so I will make this do for now and write another day
when the brain is working not so hard but in a different way
tomorrow the sun many shine and I can take a walk
much better than sitting here with a brain that will not talk.

Written 12/6/2018