Another Trip Around The Sun

I woke up this morning.
Blind Faith was playing in my head.
That was a good start.
I may be old, but I’m still not dead.

I couldn’t remember the rest of the song.
Just one line stuck, because the singing’s sublime.
I hadn’t had coffee, but also, I’m old.
“When I’m near the end and I just ain’t got the time”

It’s “Can’t Find My Way Home”.
Thank you, Steve Winwood.
(Thank you Wikipedia for reminding me.)
It’s melancholy but it’s so good.

The only problem with the song
Is the stuck line that he penned.
There are better ways to start a birthday
Than by repeating “near the end.”

Another Year

This is the last day of the Big 6-0.
A year that sucked from head to toe.
I broke my ankle and my foot.
Then COVID made us all stay put.
I left the house to see the surgeon.
Otherwise home, a vestal virgin.
The most excitement we had seen?
The line to get our new vaccine.
The year couldn’t have been much worse,
But at least I avoided riding in a hearse.

Watching My Weight

Spicy fried chicken.
A breast, leg and thigh.
Mashed potatoes,
A fried apple pie.

Triple bacon burger,
Double cheese.
A large side of fries.
My heart won’t seize.

Chicago pizza.
That thick, thick crust.
Extra sausage.
It’s a must.

At last a drink,
So I don’t choke.
I’ll wash it down
With Diet Coke.

Was “NotAmazon Co.” taken?

I would write about Kyndryl
Like many analysts now will.
But it’s just too stupid a name.

I assume a Millennial committee
In some overcrowded city
Took months to create this stupid name.

Some marketing manager said,
“Alas, the old IBM is dead!”
“Just don’t buy a vowel.”

As a new corporate name.
I find it quite inane.
And it fights Amazon and Google.

A division that was once vaunted
But at last no longer wanted.
Why not just name it “Ginny”?

A LIttle Off The Top

Mommy cut my hair today.
Most of it just went away.
I mean, she trimed me lots and lots.
I’m glad I like my new bald spots.

I saw my brother filled with dread,
He forgot that he can shed.
He never gets a Mommy trim,
He’s never sliced from limb to limb.

You know, Dad’s looking a bit shaggy.
His sideburns are just a little scraggy.
I think he’s hiding from my Mom.
Next time, I think I’ll go along.

Fall in Spring

I was rearranging my plants.
In my lucky sweat pants.
That’s not really my point.
I’ve wounded another joint.

It’s Spring and lovely as can be,
But I fell and tweaked my knee.
Watching my new plants stand tall,
And I’m wondering if I can crawl.

Everything is still locked down,
We’re just remaining in town.
Otherwise, I’d be on a ship,
But I still had my Spring Break trip.

Friday

The future is no longer bleak.
We made it through another week.
Wednesday, I wouldn’t bet this way.
And yet, tomorrow’s Saturday.

Two days to rest and recoup.
Time for salads and for soup.
That was a joke, people.
Time for pizza and sundaes.

A lot of meetings passed me by.
I went to them all, and did not cry.
I learned a lot and stored it away.
It’s all forgotten by next Monday.