Tuesday, 14 February 2017

Tiredness Pique!

Jet-lag shakes me to the core
At dawn I'm three hours up and more
Not hungry lunchtime - want to snooze
My brain and body all confused.

With a big suitcase to unpack
My 'get-up-and-go' is flat
A washing pile is soon outspread
Christmas cards remain unread ...

Some bills to pay but they can wait;
The fridge is in a sorry state:
Some frozen items, a few tins
But no fresh veg for evening dins!

Listless, I go out and shop
Fatigue defeats me – I must stop
Yet I'm startled by a ringing phone
Peace shattered - someone knows I'm home...

An invitation or a tour?
Or a friend who wants to know the score?
Two months' absence take their toll
Though tired - let the good times roll!

(c) Poet in the woods 2017

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