Riches

Riches

This is my ode to a fritter
Of a lovely welcome holiday
Well made plans and then the others
All shunned on a cool breezy day

Tucked inside a warm blanket
By the breeze which gently shook
I watch the day go by, still
Between the turning pages of a book

The chores important of some degree
And then a few I completed frivolous
A new lacquer on old skill-sets
And a thing for the stomach omnivorous

A day of learning, spent on self
A day so narcissistic, spent on self
A day to cherish, spent on self
A day of the calendar, spent on self

A thought takes shape of little prod
I am for sure very rich today
No, not for money, nor materials
But my time I have a lot today

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