There are times when tomorrow has no anchor.
Nothing I must do, no place I should be.
Of course there will be mail and email.
Yes! there maybe an intriguing email,
Or a last minute open seat at poker.
In any case there are signs of life.
I open our mail and decide on its fate.
To toss or not to toss?
I make breakfast, if cereal and coffee are the order.
Dinner dishes are my responsibility.
I regularly have to mitigate damages.
I often foul a planned engagement,
A day late an hour early, pick, pick.
Yes, on reflection I am very busy.
A regular energy machine.
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