A DAY IN THE LIFE
Wake up startled sometime around eight ,By the slamming of someone's front gate.
Why do some people start their day,
Being cross, Annoyed and irate.
Think it's too early to be on the war path,
Switched hot water on early for a bath.
Early morning migraine disturbs my thoughts,
Yet I feel calm not too over wrought.
9 a.m. washed up dishes in the sink,
Kettle on for our morning drink.
Put all the dishes on the rack,
I wish I could have one of those;
For my aching legs and back.
Made breakfast for one and all.
Shouted, "Breakfast ready".
Up the stairs I gave my morning call.
One after another they appeared,
Ate the meal then disappeared.
Stuck week's washing in the machine.
Too much for me to try to clean,
Open window to warm air breeze.
During the winter price of electric,
Thought for sure that we would freeze.
11 a.m. whatever happened to 10 a.m.
It's strange how quick time moves on.
Nowadays I feel I only have to blink,
The day moves on no time to think.
Sandwiches for around one pm,
Tea coffee water and fizzy drink.
When finished scrape all the plates,
Then put them in the sink.
Now to cut the grass front and back,
Time during day is something that I lack.
Phone rings I ask ex daughter-in-law,
At the other end of the line, "What's up".
She spoke with me like a distressed pup.
"Any chance at 2:15 p.m. you can pick us up".
Sure I said as I always do.
Knowing for sure my days plan was screwed,
Phone seems to rings all the time.
Being a carer for four I take the day,
Then run with it wherever it may lead.
Never share my thoughts with anyone,
No time at my age even to go to seed.
Doing things for others seems my only chore,
Trouble is they always seem to want more.
Sometimes it'll be nice to be left alone,
I wish I could just unplug the telephone.
Take her shopping, Dog to vet,
Pick kids up not done yet.
Doesn't matter how tired I feel,
Drop them off, Then back home.
So I can make them all there
evening meal.
When they've all been feed,
Dish's in the dishwasher.
Climbing upstairs with tired legs,
Just so I can make their bed's.
Never had time to cut the grass.
Even if I could have during the day,
It's started to rain anyway.
Sometimes I wonder when will it end.
Have to get up early tomorrow,
To take the wife to see her dying friend.
Her sister's in the same way,
Both live their lives day by day.
Sometimes all we need is the human touch,
Just a cuddle would be enough.
To get us through our darkest days,
Time to get some sleep nothing left to say.
No time to dwell on life or death,
After physio tomorrow,
Hope I'll have something left.
My life is filled with to much pain,
So bring it on sod the rain.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-04-01 at 02:38
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