Boketto

 

I’ll Get There

(a Boketto)

 

Taking a break from cleaning

No music, headphone’s charging

Cars passing by on the street

All is quiet

It’s about lunch time

 

But I feel too comfortable

Sitting in my recliner

I’ll get there

 

 Hubby’s working in his room

He must be getting hungry

I know my tummy’s growling

Soup, sandwich and

Salad’s waiting in the fridge

 

But I feel too comfortable

Sitting in my recliner

I’ll get there

 

 

While I’m taking my break

I thought I’d write this poem

Do some mental exercise

Since body’s tired

Now, I must make lunch

 

But I feel too comfortable

Sitting in my recliner

I’ll get there