Our Days Of Sheer Delight
I make another mark on the calendar and take a sip
My coffee tickles my tummy and I drink the last drip,
I am here in the pavilion doing what I was born to do
Composing verses and pretty soon a poem shall ensue.
I reflect on each of the people I have met and I pray
It was a turbulent and a wild ride all along the way,
I would have been much more patient, kind and gentle
I would have spent less time boiling like a steam kettle.
With this year of the calendar of Gregory in the books
I long to swim on the lake and go fishing in the brooks,
Our camper at the lake should be completed by spring
I am excited at the adventures and the fun it shall bring.
If it is within the realm of reality and will be a blessing
I pray that the New Year is more serene, less stressing,
I look forward to completing the transcribing the psalms
While giving to those in need both my poetry and alms.
It is a dream of mine to compose a poem that thus instills
A feeling of perfect serenity and free of fact checking shills,
If you get a free moment from time to time, please write
We will exchange our anecdotes of our days of pure delight.
Written by Gary Cox 12/29/2020...to God be the glory