This morning seems like seven years ago.
I can’t remember all the things I’ve done
Today, but now it’s almost over. Though
Night has descended, still there remains fun
And games–not really–still there remains stuff
That must be finished ‘fore the lights go out.
There’s coffee for the morning; things are tough
In the A.M. if we must go without.
That’s why the auto function is a boon
To my survival, and that of my wife,
Who’ll be quite crabby if I don’t go soon
And set it up. And now the dog barks! Life
Isn’t supposed to be this hectic now.
Thank God I don’t have to go milk a cow.