Weekend Packing

Weekend packing,
Just what's lacking?

Always something,
That I'm forgetting.

Once again through the list,
Maybe spot what I've missed.

And off we go down the road,
The packing story all told.

All that we've got,
And all that we lack.
Must last the weekend,
And bring us back.

Couldn’t help but put this up.  As I was packing this morning, it ran through my head, and then of course, I forgot most of it.  I think that it all came back in the end though.

Hopefully I didn’t forget anything too important!

 

First Nice Day, Stuck at Work (Time to Play)

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The sun is finally out,
But not me, I'm in.
Can't be sure,
But this may be a sin.

Oh, the pull of a sun-soaked day,
Fighting the urge to go out to play.

Somehow, someway,
It doesn't seem fair.
Somehow I doubt,
The bosses really care.

And so we sit and waste away,
While counting down 'til it's time to play.

 

Along the Paseo

Won't you sit with me,
On the patio.
Perhaps we could walk,
Along the paseo.

Either way,
It would be nice to talk.
Small or large,
I'll be sure not to balk.

Stop along and smell the flowers,
Sitting 'neath tall trees.
Listening to beautiful music,
Of the chirping chick-a-dees.

Won't you walk with me?
Talk with me?
Be with me?

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Search the Sky

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And when I cry,
And search the sky,
And want to die,
I don't know why.

Can't you help,
Oh, don't you know?
I don't belong,
There above or here below.

Stuck right here,
The middle it seems.
Where they go,
To die, the dreams.

So, lonely is as lonely does,
Living life, just because.

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