I can't write
there is to much noise
kids are playing
with their toys

dog is barking
chasing the cat
wife is asking
do I look fat?

phone is ringing
someone at the door
some kind of puddle
on the floor

a little quiet
and some peace
need a bit of
literary release

grab my book
close the door
sit in the corner
on the floor

pen to paper
I start to write
I don't care
if it takes all night

putting thoughts
into written word
gives me the freedom
of a bird

soaring high
up in the sky
words flowing
I start to cry

writing has been
such a gift
hope my words
give you a lift

It's too hot
I can't stand this heat
The pavement on fire
It's burning my feet
The sun is relentless
Never seeming to yield
Skin is so burnt
Needing to be peeled
Under the shade tree
I try to huddle
Getting out of the sun
Before I'm a puddle
It doesn't matter
How much I drink
Eyes are so dry
I can't even blink
I must find a place
Where I can get cool
So I don't start
Acting like a fool
The weather will break
The heat will subside
It sure has been
One hot steamy ride

looking in the mirror
not recognizing the reflection
when this face got so old
I have no recollection

creases around the eyes
skin looking like leather
time taking it's toll
worn out by the weather

body breaking down
getting difficult to stand
arthritis is a problem
especially in my hand

hair growing in my ears
and growing out my nose
growing places it shouldn't be
even on my toes

sight a little blurry
getting difficult to see
getting up every hour
just to go ***

even though this body
will break down and age
the fire for you inside me
will continue to rage