More Words Poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

I sit me down in my chair,
And look around me at what is there,
The things material I can see,
Which belong to ‘Little Old Me’.

Things in the Open I behold,
Bought new, but now, are old,
Others placed in Nooks and Cranny,
Not a Few, ~ but far too many.

I must move from here this Month,
But where to go ~ I do not know,
These things I need not, but must take,
And I must now decisions make.

Three verses of this poem do flow,
But then my Mind into low gear goes,
I’ll go and make a cup of tea,
And ponder what my Future will be.

My Mind still Alive, my Body weak,
I wish to work ~ a job I seek,
My Body will not work until mid-day,
However hard for Good Health I pray.