Yeah – it looks a little dirty. The sock turns brown and stays that way. The wood gets stained, from early morning spills. It’s Ok.
Give me a sock and some good coffee.
I use to drag a ten cup Mr. Coffee with me, everywhere I went. ~ Goodbye to that!
Now, when I come to the modern world, with it’s Jetson bean machines, I have my third world apparatus in tow.
Have I won or lost this coffee war?
*I found this in my drafts. It’s an example of my here again, there again life.
* I’m back.
I wish I knew then what I know now – because – then is NOW!
Cold weather is for the birds.
You can’t outrun the cold!
You thought that spirituality was the answer. You pursued. The banker buzzed by in a blur. You felt the dust cake your skin-as as you grew light inside. Friends were friends, but the needy were God.
O-So Robbed. A bathing suit hanging in the dark was too much for a man with lustful thoughts. Gone running down the beach, to be strolled and toiled, in the sun, by a chestnut Lolita . O-So Robbed. A bobbed wire fence ~ an invisible line. That line of demarcation rules. O-So Robbed. Stained glass, you stood in line. The illumination touched depths. You shared in love. O-So Robbed. Brothers Wolf, What! Crazy. Fall and spin, you never win. O-So Robbed. Shoes went away, with diamonds shining, waving good-bye. O-So Robbed. Children not chunky, new to the world. In a cotton field. Yo ho-heave ho. O-So Robbed.
As a happy bear, when Goldilocks arrives, and is in need; make the bed, put on the tea. Relax and enjoy.