The sun chased me off the hammock
And onto the front porch
To watch for the mailman
And catch a small breeze.

My eyes are burning
From the small print
And weak glasses
But my book holds me still

Though tempted to get busy
With some new project
I remember tomorrow is a work day
And I catch a breeze while I can.

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