Ac-cu-mu-la-tions for “just-in-case”
May fill the corners within your place.
When they’re cleared away,
You’ll find that you may
Discover pockets of “space-with-grace.”
A stop as you pass a library,
On whim, or a trip necessary,
Will likely provide,
With what was supplied,
A pause that’s beyond ordinary.
When routine becomes repetitious,
When doing is just expeditious,
So, what can you do,
To fire-up anew?
And add just one spark that’s “delicious?”
The walking they do, I’ve admired,
I will do that too when required.
That will be my tack,
Then I can get back.
My need-to is that I’m flat-tired.
They started their day with joint venture.
A bike ride would be their adventure.
By hitting a hole
That changed out his role.
The cyclist became a backbencher.
His “sighting” occurred quite benignly,
It turned out to be quite untimely.
“Oh, look at that bird!”
The next thing I heard,
Was Bob having landed supinely.
Finding yourself in a spot that’s bad,
Something that scares you or makes you mad.
Start thinking anew
On what you can do:
Creative thinking’s your launching pad.
While you’re on the road to improving,
You may find you’re very slow-moving.
I’ll tell you, my Friend,
Since you’re on the mend,
Hang in there! You soon will be “grooving.”
My outlook is really quite crabby.
My words are impatient and jabby.
Because I might bite,
Perhaps I should write,
Consult with the expert “Dear Abby!”
Rides that have given great pleasure,
Are memories I’ll always treasure.
The things that I’ll do,
Will challenge me through,
And satisfy me beyond measure.
A positive thing when it’s snowing
Is seeing that wind is not blowing.
If wind’s in the mix,
That is a bad fix!
‘Cause then you can’t see where you’re going.
As Winter lands on my location,
And I view the scene with vexation,
I keep it in mind,
Each year I will find,
It happens as part of rotation.