I am feeling very tired, my head is hanging low.
The skies outside are dark today, a breeze has begun to blow.
Rain is in the forecast. Oh! Such a dreary thought!
I don’t feel like doing anything, though I know I really ought.
I turn on a lamp for it’s light. I have music playing low.
My brand new book beckons to me. On my chair is an old wool throw.
Candles are lit and flickering, soup is cooking in a pot.
I pour myself a glass of wine. I sit in my favorite spot.
Oh I think this book is gonna be good, I was hooked at the very first line.
I have finally reached the ripe old age, where a book Is a VERY good time!