We cannot always shout “Hooray!”
As niggles creep in, ruin our day;
Something wrongly put away
And we are lost!
Too busy, we forgot to phone;
A wealth of chores await - we groan!
We can’t do everything alone…
We count the cost…
Something breaks, can’t be replaced;
We’re pulled up short by rancid taste
Of expired food in fridge – more waste;
Bad start to day …
We fail to run, so miss our bus;
That trusty trowel shows signs of rust;
Daily pressures mount on us
Nerves start to fray…
Then one glance reveals warm sun
Plants seem so joyful, every one;
September’s pageant has begun
And I’m alive!
How is it with you all - out there?
Please make time to stop and stare
A moment’s respite, free-from-care
Helps us survive!
(c) Poet in the woods 2026
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