Safford's Lament Poem by Chandler Robinson

It seems like the roads grow longer every day.
I used to love to drive them.
But now I stay off those lanes.

Today it's a little bit easier to touch the clouds.
Just a bit tougher to get on by.
A little rougher to wake up and try.

What's the point of standing true if we got nowhere to lean.
So let's just lay down and be free.
Don't gotta' be like the others.

Little lazy Laura on the sofa sippin' my lemonade.
Never goes outdoors.
Too obnoxious for the neighbors, too slow for the chores.

Besides, what's the point of looking out the window.
When we got nothin' much to see.
Nothin' at all but you and me.

Copyright © 2021 by Chandler P. Robinson