Sitting at the kitchen table,
a game of cards on the go.

A fruit bowl that's become
a "catch-all" for all things Kitchen.

A calendar up on the wall with
dates written over for appointments.

The time it goes so fast,
October all planned out.

Summer has gone, got up and left,
not saying so much as a word.

Last year Winter started in November,
it snowed as many Wednesdays as it could.

In the back of my brain I hear the radio play
some sappy tune that the DJ was calling "classic rock".

This chair I am sitting on is too hard
and my **** tells me to get up and walk.

Hurry up and win I say to myself
so I can retreat to the Living room.




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