Door opened
"Beg pardon"
said the lady
looking quite embarrassed
as she quietly
closed the door

Another hot day
becoming brutal
Everyone is
praying
for rain

I was walking leisurely
one fine day
I found a shortcut
on the way
but it wasn't to be
I landed up under a tree
grazed my arm
and my knee
The root of the tree
I didn't see

A young lass lifted me
up from the grass
She was half my age
so I didn't mind
the fall
Shaking, she took me
home for tea
All because of the root
that I couldn't see

I can't be bothered
with life
It's age
Isn't it?

Or could it be the weather?

It's a close muggy morning
with a little rain about