Internet addiction comes in many forms. Some quite explicit but most fit the norms. My own peccadillo doesn’t seem so very bad. It often makes me happy and rarely makes me sad. ~ I fantasize of beauty, this I will admit. I love shape and form with a dash of wit. Though some look unnatural with parts all askew, their faces slapped together are seemingly taboo. ~ Pages scroll before my eyes as I stare in awe. Wasted time’s a problem but not against the law. Ads fill my mailbox, an embarrassment to see. Each has a pitch but nothing’s ever free. ~ Though I’ve spent no money or caught some disease, my constant oohs and aahs can cause some unease. I may have my issues but certainly I’m no louse. I’m just very anal looking for a house.
Weeks slipping by, time’s running out. Life’s shut in the outsides in doubt. The vibe of the day’s now on mute. Videos sought for anything cute. ~ The outdoors greening, flowers in bloom. The house’s dust free, yet still a tomb. The future’s awaited with joy and fear. Normality’s coming but when’s not clear. ~ Day’s getting longer, the sun’s less bright. Nights give respite, dreams take flight. Tomorrows will come and none too soon. May may be good but if not then June.
Decisions are made every day. Stuff gets done just that way. Leaving a home’s a difficult call. Finding another is always a haul. ~ Choices are many but few fit the bill. But we’ll find the one, I know we will. Something that’s not too small or too big. And a nice little place for kids to dig. ~ The woods will be great but at least a few trees, with a spot for flowers for the birds and bees. Neighbors OK but none is best. I’m not anti-social but can be a pest. ~ Now thoughts to be thunk and options weighed, calculations conjured forging a grade. Results considered but one thing’s for sure. In love we’ll venture, anywhere secure.
A milestone’s coming and it’ll be soon, decades in wait, seen many a moon. Suns have risen and all have set. There’ll be a last, but not there yet. ~ A half dozen here and a half dozen there, a middle’s been found, but I don’t care. The body’s slowing, as is the mind. Questions answered but still more to find. ~ Thoughts now scattered as a puzzle unmade. Borders redrawn as the memories fade. Steps now higher as heights decline. Trips once painful now feel fine. ~ Aggression decreases and assertiveness rules. Passivity wanes when there’s less to lose. Life’s still good with passion unfazed. With a muse to love I’m daily amazed. ~ The support of all knows no ends. Thanks to be given to family and friends. Yes, a milestone’s coming, but it won’t be bad. Sixty’s just a number, no need to be sad.
Oh my goodness, where to begin, weeks now past and still locked in. Mornings start in the usual way; coffee at sunrise most every day. ~ Reflecting on the dreams of night, eyes open to a new day’s light. A mind wanders to paths ahead, reminiscing of the forks that led. ~ Every moment turns are made. Heads or tails stakes are laid. Feet on the ground, hands to the sky, decisions reached on the fly. ~ Seconds tick and weights fall. Hours pass, cogs all. Wheels turn to be more driven, be thankful for the time given. ~ Points of view take their toll. Family and friends make us whole. Tomorrow’s here when yesterday’s past. Enjoy life now, it doesn’t last.
I think today’s Saturday but I’m not sure. It’s just another day waiting for a cure. I tossed and turned all through the night. I awoke to darkness but the sky was bright. ~ My input seems to be running out. In silence I wish to scream and shout. Coffee’s running low and milk’s getting old. Veggies growing limp and bread’s growing mold. ~ The toilet paper’s still in good supply. My hands scrubbed raw so I won’t die. The day then turned the dullest of gray. But it doesn’t really matter, cos in we’ll stay. ~ Plans for the future now put on hold. So inside we’ll wait until we’re told. I’ll make some calls to those I miss. I’ll wake my sweetheart with a kiss. ~ While trying not to get the blues, we’ll start our day with the news. Breakfast we’ll share with lots of love. And we’ll thank our lucky stars above. ~ We’ll visit the world on the screen. We’ll watch the grass turning green. We’ll happily spend time doing chores, hoping for a chance to get outdoors. ~ I simply can’t bear another TV show. The cars got gas but there’s nowhere to go. Perhaps we’ll walk, but not too far. Or we’ll play some cards and guitar. ~ We’ll write a little and maybe draw. I’ll tell her she’s the cutest I ever saw. We’ll have our supper with a candle lit. Then it’s off to bed to read for a bit. ~ We’ll reflect on these times we now live in. Then dream of the next to soon begin; when doors will open from our self-made tomb, awakened all, to a new spring bloom.