As I Nap Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

An old bust of Lincoln
Ideals of the secular stellar
Out the window my bird bath
My yard is cut and green
Maple tree so majestic

A globe on a stand
Grandfather clock my dad loved
My mothers antique lamps
Plush Chairs on wooden floors
I fill this place with prayer

You can have the ambition
You can have the gold dreams
Chase the fame and legacy
I’ll take a little peace of mind
An angel watches me as I nap