If I look a little weathered,
Or perhaps a wee bit scruffy.
Just had a total knee replacement,
And don’t feel as cute as Buffy.
My stress is so thick, so deep,
I’m having no fun.
Fight or flight has kicked in,
And you’ve left me no where to run.
The winter winds are howling,
My soul shivers with the chills.
The situation couldn’t get worse,
Except I’m paying all the bills.
Stood next to my parents’ grave this week,
They didn’t have much to say.
Yet all was peaceful in that moment,
I felt the warmth of their love that day.
Wet, soggy Saturdays,
Leave me feeling kind of bishy.
Just stepped into a puddle now,
My feet go “Squishy, squishy!”
Upon awakening from my nap,
Nary a word need be spoken.
For I can tell by the sweat on my back,
That the air conditioning is broken.
Dreary, rainy, cold afternoon,
And I’m feeling quite brain dead.
But wise, old Sammy helps me out,
By saying, “Let’s go back to bed.”
Please don’t catch me,
Just let me fall.
Nothing is worth it,
Time to leave you all.