This little old life of mine has of late come on
like a dream as now I go to work & do my job
and it feels like something I shouldn’t even be
getting paid for as the hours fly by in a swirl of
customers, most friendly and some even interesting,
and then with the sun still high in this summer sky
we shut down and I wander on home to this and
I got to say it feels just great. Yet somewhere,
lurking deep inside, lay a weirdness, a strange new
feeling I just can’t seem to shake…

A weirdness that clings to this nascent feeling
of happiness like a heavy-duty reminder of times gone by,
of all those years lost in food retail hell,
that has my mind struggling to understand,
to adapt to this glorious new turn of events
as I sit back and just let it all sink right on in,
that this little life of mine is indeed real &
that somehow from here on in we may well
yet find, somehow, a little bit of fun to help it
carry on its merry way but right now, for that
at least we must just wait…