Poem for her 871

Dear Readers,


Sleeping In


It was winter
So we slept in
It was summer
So we slept in
There were a few days though
When we did get up early
Those were days
We'd planned on it
Now and then
Keep the early bird awake
Or go out late and see stars
Not quite going to bed til late
After the sun was up

Stars in the sky at night
Early to bed
Late to get up
A new saying

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.