MY SATURDAY

"How could I
have slept 'til nine?"
I said,
having gone
to bed
at eleven.
"I'm late!"
And when the
Witnesses of
Jehovah came
(trust me, that's not
His name)
to the outside
gate,
I was in
bathrobe,
hair uncombed.
"It's not a good
time," I said.
(Is it ever?)
A friend wanted
to come over,
I made him wait
another ten minutes.
I salted my eggs
twice before I
found the pepper,
let my ma-te
water get cold.
Is it that
I'm getting old?
By the grace of God
the toast was
saved.
Like Humpty Dumpty,
I've had a fall
from grace.
My wife (not here)
can't put me back.
Who will save me
from myself?
Things will be better
before I sleep,
But which Sabbath
must I keep?

May 30 2015