The days are long and hot
Encumbered though they seem
Lazy thoughts, though some are not
Creep and burst upon the scene



Memories of the past filter through
Like droplets on a steamy morn:
bringing joy, yet sometimes sadness
Leaving my heart a bit forlorn



Days of my youth brought to mind
Straight back! with head held high
Strength coursed me so fine
Trying my best I don't deny



Life goes on and things change
My body's aged and slowed down
My thoughts and needs rearranged
But Joy and Peace still abound



The days are still long and hot
But this too shall pass
Lazy thoughts are for naught
When cooler days are here at last!


Shy©
Written for Silver and Gold and Thee