Simple Ways Simple Days
We Both work Steady Jobs
That gives us enough money
To have a home we can call our own
From the time we walk through the door
You can feel the peace and quiet
Before we sit down to eat
I prepare a table for two
My wife cooks the Kielbasa and corn on the cob
Just my wife and I
Talking around the kitchen table
Sharing stories about our day
The craziness and the stress
Between our co-workers and the customers
Each has it's challenges
We can't decide which is worse
We are able to clear the air
Then put it behind us
Until tomorrow we face new issues and dilemma's
It keeps us loving home even more
Me unwinding to an interesting book
I hold in my hand
Reading the each printed page
I am in my comfort zone
While my wife
Loves her cooking shows on t.v.
Both of us relaxing in our own ways
Patting our cat Charlotte
Until she drifts off to a sound sleep
We both our looking forward to a special treat
A dessert my wife made
Light and airy with a touch of sweet
Thinking about the life we live
Enjoying our time together
Until we wrap up our day
Off to bed we go
My wife wants sleep
I want to play
Either way it is a beautiful end
To a very fulfilling day
Comments
AUTHORGypsy Rose Lee It sounds like you got the best of both. You got some writing done and had entertainment at the same time. Making the most of the day is something I strive for. If we know how to entertain ourselves then we will be happy in everything we do. At work, home or doing things that have be done. I am so happy for you and Charlotte sends Sid a great big hi. She is lounging around and had an early breakfast and now is going down for her afternoon nap. Thank you so much for reading and sharing. Have a great Wednesday.
I love days that begin and end well and with much happiness. Last night they had a big concert on the beach. I do not like crowds particularly if I have to go alone. So, in the end, I was glad I had not been curious because we live so close that I could hear the music and everything that was going on and I tell you when whoever was performing screamed into that microphone had I been there I would have grabbed it from him and bopped him one on the head. Anyway worked at my PC and had a concert not bad at all. It is sad though that it is Labor Day already the summer is just about over, we can hope for Indian summer and then the autumn.
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Peggy Woods I agree with you. Some how people are attracted to the complicated like hornets are attracted to coca cola. It must be the sweet syrup. I think it is all sugar coated and the surprise is underneath. I try to show how blessed I am every day. It takes time to put all my thoughts together. Sometimes I have to scrap the whole idea and begin again. Some things are meant to be and other things take some time. Thank you for reading and caring.
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Kamalesh050 I don't know any other way. This is my life in a nut shell. Some say my nut is cracked right down the middle. They may be right. Then I have two nuts instead of one. I try to bring out the best and worst of my day and shake it up so it so the good can rise to the top and the bad can settle at the bottom. Sometimes it works and sometimes I have to keep shaking until my arms hurt. Thank you so much for reading and sharing. I hope you and your family are well. Pleasant dreams and when you wake up I hope you have the energy of 100 men.
Enjoyed the poem , it's so Beautiful!
Sometimes the simplest of things can be the most special. You have presented this beautifully in your poem.
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Rinita Sen Thank you for being the first to comment on my poem. Life is amazing and so wonderful I keep trying to capture the love and passion of each experience. Most people spend their whole life pointing out the things that go wrong in life and all our imperfections. I chose to spend all my time celebrating the things that make my life soar with happiness. When I walk away I am filled with delight and creative urges to continue on with my day. I hope you have a beautiful Labor Day weekend.
You have a knack for presenting everyday life so beautifully.
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