[NicknamedBob]

"Your hours seem to be creeping up on me!"

You should see the hours I keep!

The Hours I Keep

My life is filled with treasures,
Rainbows, sunsets, lovely flowers,
Each I see as one more gift,
To set among my trove of hours.

Minutes stolen here and there,
Pondering the ways,
Glimpses of a bright tomorrow,
Mounting up to days.

Times I’ve taken stock of things,
Reckon I’ve done well.
Interest paid on gathered scents,
A fortune when I sell.

There will be an accounting,
Before my final sleep,
In minutes I’ve recorded for,
The hours that I keep.

NicknamedBob . . . . . May 21, 2007

[Monkey Face]

Thanks, Bob! *hug*