House – a rest.

by justbekozlowski

I’m stuck in the house –

A rest is what I need,

As my ankle isn’t well,

Though it was once a trusty steed.

I can drink tea,

And choose good music,

To pass the dripping of time,

Each drop’s a precious gift,

So I carefully sip at mine,

Good books and learning greedily,

My mind works for all my body,

I can smile with new new things learned,

Though my fitness is growing shoddy.