"Thursday Morning"

I had such a great time on Wednesday night it inspired me to write this poem:

Stirred from dreams of the past by a familiar tune,
Stumbling; in thought and action I delay the racket.

Dozing, a simple pleasure, memories of a schoolnight keep me from sleep.

A simple pleasure.

A hot shower; a simple pleasure. Hot coffee. ZING

AWAKE.

Sunshine reminds me it's Summer, sweat reminds me of dehydration.
Hopes of sunny spells in 9 days time.

Tired legs carry sorry bones over a trodden path, but I feel so alive.