Sitting all alone at the kitchen table
Just wondering when the kitten
Will attack my feet without warning
The anticipation I can not take
So outside I will go but can not concentrate
With the darn birds singing
The dogs in the distance howling
And the blasted sun shining
Right into my eyes
Making me want to cry
But I'd rather be outside
So I put on my Lennon style purple sunglasses
And watch the lasses
That way I can stay outside
As they walk past on the way to the pool
Boy, talking about loss of concentration
Those women just don't care
What they do to this old man
Why do I look you ask
When looking makes writing such a task
I like what I see
And if I didn't look I wouldn't be me
So until they plant me beneath the old oak tree
I will continue to look to see what I can see
Even all it does for me
Is raise my blood pressure and strain my eyes
