The Rut Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr
The Rut
A deep breath of morning air
Rubbing of the eyes and a yawn
Shuffling to find my shoes, I rise.
A quick taste of cooling soup
Chewing on banana nut bread
Swallowing, a delight, I eat.
A sweet taste of sparkling wine
Rolling it on my waiting tongue
Satisfies my palate, I drink.
A hot bath in bubbling tub
Kicking shoes off my aching feet
Lying down once again, I sleep.
A rut of rising, eating,
Of drinking and of sleeping...
I cannot get out so, I die.
© Loyd C. Taylor
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8/28/2026 9:59:22 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Well, that took an unexpected turn, Lloyd! But, that's a fact of life and nothing last forever. Cleverly written and another '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn