[NicknamedBob]

"I was sure I would find you on the beautiful women post."

Well, I got my chores done, or promised to. I decided to write a poem. You know how that goes.

It doesn't have anything to do with women, but ... given time ...

I Only Want

I only want a million days,
To loll around and squander,
And idly, in a drunkard’s path,
About the hills to wander.

A million days of sunrise,
Begetting jeweled morn,
And sultry softened afternoons,
With rain no hint to warn.

The rain may fall in eventide,
To lull a resting soul,
As smiling for the joy of life,
Relinquishes control.

Such perfect days are metered,
We get so very few,
A million such seem adequate,
If one has aught to do.

I’d intersperse them with a touch,
Of raw days and of storm,
Which wouldn’t count among the list,
Just give excuse to warm,

While waiting out the frozen count,
Of days on which I feed,
Before the fire of stored delight,
Preserved for such a need.

NicknamedBob . . . . May 17, 2008

[JustAmy]

Great .... thank you.

Now, I wonder if I can find the perfect graphic. Maybe with a little searching.

[MEG33]

I love this! Thank you, Bob.