I didn’t post yesterday’s poem for which I feel profoundly guilty since my intent had been to post two poems. The day intruded and at 5 p.m. I decided a beer with my wife took precedence over composing the final two lines…and then dinner…and the Home Run Derby… Still trying to catch up to the date: maybe #30 on the 30th? With a two-week vacation coming up, I fear I’ll fall behind again.
Whatever shall I wear today?
I've far too many clothes to play
This game on ev'ry waking morn.
Perhaps something already worn
On days just past; but then again,
I'll think that they'll remember when,
(Though I've no thought for theirs).
This 'problem' stems from when I pay
To 'fix' some fashion gone astray.
Perhaps more neutrals? Then I'd mourn
Outfits bold which would adorn
My daily jeans I've donned since when
They came bell-bottomed—way back then—
And I still had my hairs...
9/100
all the voices in my head 