No words escaped my lips today; once more
Not even Molly, my dog, heard my voice.
No glamor or excitement, just one chore
That came after another, by my choice.
Not ev'ry day should be a quiet one
But when one comes, please help me not to scoff.
There's pleasure to be had, and even fun
In doing nothing on my last day off
Except for laundry, dishes, reading and
Attempting not to spend it all logged on
To feeds and other sites (though this, my grand
Scheme to unplug was not -- this is forgone
As those conclusions go -- successful). Though
I've maybe wasted time, 'tis good so, no?