Tower Of Babel

I don’t know how many of you know, but when I was younger, I had tried my hand at poetry. Sometimes there were hits, other times, well. This evening I found myself thinking, and I was trying to come up with a post. Suddenly, I found myself trying to get my thoughts to rhyme. The following resulted….

The day was routine, like many others,
The usual toil at work, sometimes such a bother,
The sun shineth brightly, a sweltering heat.
Summer is here, come, beckons the beach.

Don’t bitch about a routine day,
Excitement may come, in a troublesome way.
I see some patients, and write a few scripts
The doctor is working, and healing the sick.

I leave my work for the comforts of home,
No blog post as such, and so my mind roams.
I stare through the window, in my underwear,
I hear some birds chirping as they fly through the air.

Evening is coming, the day shall soon end
What to do tonight? Perhaps call a friend.
My dinner is eaten, enjoyed to the max.
For providing me nourishment, I give God thanks.

I’ll go and shower after typing these words.
The thought of cool water’s, a refreshing lure.
Another day is over, I feel I’m at peace,
With God and my fellowman, I can now go to sleep.

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