My Sweet Olive
Survival Mode
Zumba in the morning at 7:45
A wonderful beginning to my day
Hear the beat, move my feet
All my worries fade away.
Walk the treadmill as I read a book
Never mind the incessant news
Work on staying healthy and fit
Clear my mind of negative views.
Cuddle a dog and comb her fur
Look into her big black eyes
She is dependent on me for care
But she is an angel in disguise.
We all must find a way to survive
This difficult and troubled time
I try to distract myself as I can
Don't mind a glass or two of wine.
At times I cannot distract myself
By one or another of my ploys
I find myself scared out of my mind
And robbed of most of my joys.
We are all finding ways to stay as stable as possible during this terribly unstable time. Your sweet Olive is worth her weight in gold for the joy she brings you. She is so sweet. I am counting on November to sway the balance of power so there is some opposition to this madness.
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Love it--all the joyous activities and the rhyme and the reflection on the end. It is a joyous poem though the news finds its way in.
This is Susan.
DeleteWhenever I read about that cute Olive in your poem I wish to have a dog. Sigh. Aww. "...an angel in disguise" indeed. And I love your "Survival Mode". It's fun, wonderful and enjoyable. It would have been so lovely if all the joys the day brings stayed on. The closing lines hit hard.
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