Month: August 2020

A new day, old stuff,
It’s a laugh, and it’s enough,
For just a single day.

I keep my humour,
I keep it light and work hard,
And it is so hot.

Hassles of the day,
Pile and tumble, tripping me,
And lay on the floor.

We travelled back home,
It was good to get away,
I wish we could stay.

Good to get back home,
And even if that means work,
But it’s so damn hot.

Fit for nothing now
Unless it can come good soon,
Now, I do need that.

I’m writing a book,
In fact I’m writing a few,
But must finish one.

Sat with my coffee,
Looking for inspiration,
In it’s hot blackness.

Taking photographs,
Of the everyday things,
Seeing how they look.

Bacon sandwiches,
Are they tasty mortal sins,
Or just something good.

With or without egg,
Either way on fresh bloomer,
A good daily start.

It’s easy to stop,
Much harder to keep going,
So keep on going.

I’m recovering,
Okay, I am just tired,
But I’m waking up.

One thing I do know,
It is good to keep busy,
With variety.

Music sustains me,
It carries me so many times,
Through many moments.

Here is a photo,
One misty autumn morning,
Taken from the train.

Celebrate August,
And the long hot summer days,
If only, I say.

I’ve found my Mojo,
And it was fun for a while,
Then it just moved on.

Wow, what a finish,
Hamilton wins, what an end,
Front left tyre was gone.

Nice to watch TV,
Formula 1 and a film,
Eating chocolate.

The gathering clouds,
The sun will set them ablaze
In an evening show.

The special drink helps,
The mug of black hot coffee.
And a quiet time.

The rest is coming,
Day by day I can feel it,
Bringing a sweet peace.