Poem by Dan Stone
Did you see the sign
hanging on the door?
Were you surprised?
Sometimes we all need
to not be disturbed.
To settle down
and settle in,
to lose the last
damn we had to give
and just remember
how it feels to live
a little more,
to soak like pearls,
to chill like Chardonnay,
indulging nothing
and nobody else.
Not today.
Seems a rather
selfish blurb, yes?
Then I’ve said it well.
I’ve earned this rest,
learned my lessons,
honed my craft,
labored to release
obsessions, passed
several tricky tests.
It’s my sweet reward
to sink into this bliss
I’ve drawn, to read what someone else
has paid their price to tell,
to dodge my woes
assemble every friend
who’ll heed my call
to leave me be
but still stay close
and love me,
even like this.
Did you see the sign
hanging on the door?
Were you surprised?
Sometimes we all need
to not be disturbed.
To settle down
and settle in,
to lose the last
damn we had to give
and just remember
how it feels to live
a little more,
to soak like pearls,
to chill like Chardonnay,
indulging nothing
and nobody else.
Not today.
Seems a rather
selfish blurb, yes?
Then I’ve said it well.
I’ve earned this rest,
learned my lessons,
honed my craft,
labored to release
obsessions, passed
several tricky tests.
It’s my sweet reward
to sink into this bliss
I’ve drawn, to read what someone else
has paid their price to tell,
to dodge my woes
assemble every friend
who’ll heed my call
to leave me be
but still stay close
and love me,
even like this.