The Bed Calls

Sitting in the room's center, It makes a pretty picture. Nothing matters inside the room's walls, Once the bed calls. Know that weary day, When you've made too much hay? The body aches to hear The bed's call just near. That soft, sweet voice Asking to make a choice, To leave the day's work behind [...]

This Moment

It's this moment That actually counts. Not the one before, Not the one after. Only this to something amounts. We only get a glimpse To keep in memory's store. Just one chance To live it Or keep wanting for more. So stop looking Hither and thither. For before you know It will be gone. It [...]