My Bud And Me Poem by Mark Dillon
My Bud And Me
When I get home at half past four,
my feet just dragging across the floor.
I just open the fridge and grab a beer.
It's icy cold and crystal clear.
I just pop that cap and lower it down
and feel the ease of ache and frown.
Agh, there are some things worth waiting for,
like an ice cold beer just ready to pour.
With a nights work done and the world still asleep.
I just kick off my boots and to my balcony creep.
Then sit and relax and watch the dawning of the day.
And see the river below me flow on its merry way.
Another beer in hand and a smile on my face.
Glad to be alive by Gods good grace.
Cool! beer and a soul whos happy with his lot. This gives the same warmth as a lovely bowl of soup...there is no greater time to watch Mother Nature in her prime than when she first wakes... i do the balcony thing, last thing at night and first thing in the morning, theres no place im happier than just sitting there relishing nature...Lovely piece tyvm karen
Our life is very simple-instead of enjoying its beauty we make it be so complicated-wonderful poem, lovely to read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 11:23:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Excellent poem - very descriptive, and I can just imagine that ice-cold beer (though personally I would prefer a cider) . Very well written.