Energy to burn-It’s all gone


Gloria-George and Abel

Gloria-George and Abel

I have one of those days where I have to say
it’s difficult to get moving.
I woke up fine having drawn the line with
no dreams to keep me from going
For when I dream, I always seem
to have to fight or have to run
and find I can’t do either.

I have had a busy week
regardless of what people think
it’s hard to load out rock.
Even with the help one end
when I get to the other
I am the one that unloads the trailer.

Seven loads in all I did haul
from my  friends house in Austin
in between each time I helped them plan
the work that they were doing.

A view of the unfinished sidewalk

A view of the unfinished sidewalk

Replacing the rock that I have at my house
with patio stone of pretty design
they were working so hard out in the sun
the sweat on them was starting to run
into their eyes and soaking their shirt
for such is the nature of working outside
in 100 degrees in Austin.

My friends are smart and make an early start
when the weather is cooler
by 11:00 o’clock they are starting to wilt
with the hot sun beating down on them.

But wait, I do digress as this story is not about them
as I complain to the dogs the only ones around
about the fact that I have no life and even less energy.
I guess moving rock has taken its toll
on my aged body.

So stay inside for the rest of the day
and write bad poetry sounds like a plan
that I can follow or maybe a nap just to catch
up on sleep missed as I was dreaming.