A boodle for geriatric days and grub for now–
Is there another way to run the race?
Nap. Have brunch. Swat the fleas.
Go to the park. Sing for your supper.
Which cardboard house is it now…?
Take off your shoes.
Study your navel. Count the stars.
The rat race is for the rats–
but there must be another way to run the race.
(Life may be turbulent, but hey!
tomorrow is another day).