After all!

there’s no need to wallow in the storm—

the rush of the morning sun 

as I drew up the curtains,

the prodigal smell of eggs and sausages

wafting from the grill,

the breeze of oak trees 

whirring cool air,

The songbird singing it’s call

in a bough

of a wind-shaking tree

there’s peace there’s quiet!

Come on! let’s sniff and let’s eat it

a new joy spread like jam on bread slices,

a piquancy to the taste of Arabian Tea,

A fine bottle of scotch in a parcel

knocked on my door at dawn

so turn on the stereo

jerk your head 

pout your lips

swinggginadreammm

sway your hips

lift your feet

rock n’ roll

There’s no time to waste time,

but time to chop life,

before life go chop you.