A sin to stop
Just six miles short of home
And sit on a slab of weathered wood
In the sun and set
A few words down on paper;
But what’s another moment stolen
From a day already plundered;
My conscience is as a clear
As the blackbird’s song
In the cherry tree
And the June sky I’d have missed
If I’d taken the other road.
Had to smile at “But what’s another moment stolen From a day already plundered”…matches my attitude today quite well.
Glad it’s not just me 🙂 Hope it was a good day. Mine was. N.