Making Beds

I’ve always had

A different idea

In my head.

Why make a bed

When you mess it up that night?

Why shovel the snow

When it melts in a while?

Yet, I succumb

And make my bed

And shovel the snow.

But when I’m old

And maybe don’t care so much

Perhaps I’ll stop.

We do an awful lot that

Matters

Only sort of.

Because,

Eventually

It takes care of itself.

Although really,

I feel better

When I do it.

So I guess I'll 

Carry on.

Maybe

Today I should

Wash the floors

Polish the furniture

Work on our finances

Update our insurance

And so much more.

But want I want to do

Is lie in bed

Take a walk

Read my book

Pet my dogs

Relax.

Maybe though

I have it mixed up.

Maybe my shoulds are wants

And my wants are shoulds.

Just in case,

I think I’ll do

Some of both today.

I Watched

I watched the sun set tonight

The pink of the sky

Seemingly created out of nothing

Took my breath away.

Skiing

Skiing
Three days
Hard
I'm tired
Very
And hungry
Breakfast
With family
Now
Good-bye