Thursday, September 20, 2012

Burnt Toast

I cannot save the world
on burnt toast and bad coffee.
I cannot preach the peace and love
with Folgers on my breath.
I cannot feed the homeless
if I can't even find the jelly.
This ain't my day for miracles;
I'm going back to bed.

15 comments:

Mary said...

This made me smile. Some days are like that. Best to start toner again.

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

Amen, sister!
Move over and try not to kick
Rick

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

Amen, sister!
Move over and try not to kick
Rick

Sylvia K said...

Amen, indeed!! I'm right behind you!

Brian Miller said...

ha. yeah somedays that is the best thing....

Fireblossom said...

Quitter.

Folger's?

Gail said...

Some days are just that way. There's always tomorrow.

Sioux said...

I agree with Rick. Move over. I need at least part of that blanket...

hedgewitch said...

"I cannot feed the homeless
if I can't even find the jelly..."

I'd say, as long as you can feed the geckos, you're probably okay.

Grandmother said...

There's wisdom in knowing your limitations but it made me laugh how you said it!

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Stress management, at its best.

PattiKen said...

Sounds like a plan! You are amazing, MZ. You always make me think to myself, "Oh, yeah, that's exactly how I feel."

happygirl said...

I've been saving my little corner of the world on Folders and burnt toast for years. You can DO IT.

my heart's love songs said...

{smile}

flipside records said...

I hear ya, sister. But I couldn't do any better even with gourmet coffee and all the right supplies close at hand.