Another day vacating my bed with a sigh.
I stand up annoyingly and question myself why.
Is it because fame and fortune are my destiny today?
Nah, it's a laborious routine, I strive to find some other way.
It's now evolved into a chore and chores are no fun.
An everyday beating from the merciless sun.
By 3 pm , tired, spent and drenched in sweat.
36 years my body now regrets.
July, August, I can't wait till Fall.
November , December to see the first snowflake and thankfully end it all.