AN HOUR IN THE LIFE OF A FAIRLY FORTUNATE OLD MAN

He awakens from his nap
having been nourished by an hour’s sleep
in the middle of the day
and feels his maybe-sleeping wife beside him.

 

His plans for the afternoon
slowly emerge from the fog of dreamland
as he considers his planned agenda
and what will be his day’s greatest accomplishment.

 

He is to make a meatloaf
which he will share with an appreciative neighbor
as well as with his bride of many years.

 

He will take out the ground beef from the fridge
and a couple of eggs,

 

He will put them in a bowl with bread crumbs
and ketchup and an envelop of onion soup.

 

His right hand will plunge into the mix
and he will squeeze and squeeze and squeeze
until everything has vanished but the meat.

 

He will shape it to make a loaf
and put it in a special pan sprayed by PAM.

 

The oven, turned to 350 will be ready
and so will he.

 

Likely he’ll not think of the hungry folks
who abound not very far away.

 

And he will likely salivate
when an hour has gone by
and he will feel lucky and fortunate
and even blessed.

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