What is on my mind,
nothing that I can think off,
I guess that is it.
Here’s some nothingness,
some useless Haiku poems,
then again they’re not.
This day is just rest,
I can’t move, though I got up,
I can’t stay in bed.
When I was younger,
sleeping late was easy then,
to midday and more.
What was that about,
I do not know or care now,
time is more precious.
I’m putting wieght on,
around the middle again,
little tubby me.
I will work it off,
sit ups, running, keeping fit,
soon I will be trim.
Happy Easter all,
enjoy family and the eggs,
and save one for me.
