Saturday, 18 March 2017

I lay my head

How I wish that I was fit
Even just a little bit
To walk across fields of green
Or run on the beach serene

But my legs don't want me to
Active days are now all through
My fingers though are all right
On the computer they tap all night

My mind's busy as a bee
Sometimes a sailor at sea
Or a lover in a bed
As on her breast I lay my head

Image found at

1 comment:

  1. Wishing will not get you fit,
    Though you long and pine for it!