Addicted to Work…
Parades & cookouts,
Camping with scouts,
Fishing the lake for trout,
Living alone we both go without…
A day to just vegetate,
A day to be with my mate,
Though she is not here in body,
Her spirit lives on beyond her past fate…
What to do with nothing to do?
One does feel altogether blue,
Nothing to eat not even some stew,
Actually I am addicted to work,
But what the hell else is new…?
© ed ~5/30/05