Doing What I Do Best On My Day of Rest
by Tracey Anne Miller
Thinking of yours and ours
Drinking whiskey and sours
Passing away the hours
Lounging in the Sun
Getting nothing done.
Not a day for Working, just an opinion.
Day dreaming, Money scheming
The chores inside screaming
But I am beaming
My skin turning brown and gleaming.
My shining silver highlights
amidst the black
I do not lack
Getting wavier as I lay back
In the humidity of Pennsylvania
mountain peak's crack
The years lost I will surely
remember and track
As I watch the smoke
pouring out of the chimney stack.
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
