Rest
I was thinking about my aunt Jacqui and her husband Nick when I wrote this one so this is kind of dedicated to them. The amount of cups of tea and coffee consumed in that household over the years does not bear thinking about! Good times, good times.
Take that load off your feet,
Grab a pew, take seat,
Make a coffee, sit on down,
Grab your slippers, dressing gown,
And read the paper, read the news,
Write a story, think and muse,
And drink the coffee, stroke the cat,
And make another after that,
For time is on your side till ten,
As bed time calls and then again,
The day anew and work with that,
No time to stop, and stroke the cat,
Or think or read or write or pray,
Just same old work; another day,
So take the time to sit and rest,
And sip your coffee, put to test,
The calm, the silence- worries gone,
As yet another day is done,
To sit, relax, your worries drown,
In leaves of calmness, granules brown,
But lo the night at last draws in,
So heave a sigh and close the tin,
And down the dregs and wash the cup,
Finish off the washing up,
Then feed the cat and shut the door,
Wishing it was ever more,
As climb the stairs to bed and nest,
You long for silent, golden rest.