Wednesday, December 25, 2013


Inertia has me in its grip
So many things I could do
Yet none of them done

I wonder if I sleep all day
Will my longing run away
Or will I continue to hunger

Something has to be done
Removing myself from listless
Make of myself something useful

Give me a moment
And I'll get up
I tell myself


Saturday, December 14, 2013

This is how I don't get sick

Everyday I get up
Sit all day at work
Come home for bed

Each weekend I rest
recuperate from the week
get ready for monday

There are no visitors
on a weeknight or weekend
just occasional family

There is no spouse or kid
because taking care of me
is hard enough

On rare occasion
I do extra chores
or steal a moment of fun

Mostly, I live within
the limit set by my body
getting ready for monday

This is how I don't get sick.