At Some Stage
A new day breaks
at some stage,
And from the darkness
my senses slowly
but surely are
energised.
This is the stage
when the urge
to enliven the
body of 50 years
is tested,
this living treasure,
or so I feel, they say.
A September day
and to the ears
at some stage
comes the trickle of
water from the home
of the fish.
Then at some stage
the nudge of Charley,
the lucky dog,
who gets to sleep
on the bed of his master,
only to be tossed
when nature’s call
needs answering.
And the rooster answers,
As only roosters know how,
And a weary man returns
to bed per chance to slumber,
but restless as the mind ticks over
as to what awaits him this day.
† Russell Jarvis
(first published in gazette No 42,
October 2007)
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