The days at last are bearable, the wind is softly blowing,

The summer's coming to a close, and that we all are knowing.

I got to see the ocean once, I want to see it twice,

And if I don't 'fore winter comes, that won't be very nice.

I love the sea, the rolling waves, the sand between my toes,

I love to walk the boardwalk, wish I'd get there, heaven knows.

But work weeks have a way of going by, before we know it,

And if there's time where we can play, my week just doesn't show it.

So I still dream of where I'll go when once repairs are done,

'Cuz once my house is fixed, for now, I'm off to have some fun!!

I said I wouldn't do it, complain about the sun,

But temperatures are rising and that isn't any fun.

I never thought with summer, a favorite time of year,

That me and verbalizing 'bout the heat is what you'd hear.

But 90's and above is higher than I'm needing,

So rain is what I'm hoping for, oh, no I'm not, I'm pleading.

The house is hot, the yard is hot, the grass is turning brown,

And I have lots of things to do, but I am sitting down.

I'm here on my computer, running words throughout my mind,

 I should be up and doing running of a different kind.

No putting feet on words, the kind that uses feet to run,

You know what it is I mean; to get my errands done.

But---I don't care, I'm sitting---it's hot.

It's a sad state of affairs when jobs need to be done,

And you're willing to do them but you aren't  the one,

To put in a door or some similar action

'Cuz if you attempt it you'll end up in traction.

How nice it would be if without a commotion,

We all could repair if we all got the notion.

Yes any idea of whatever needs fixing,

We'd run and we'd do it, no need for the nixing.

But there are people out there, who have needed skill,

We just have to call them, and hope that they fill

Whatever description of art sets in motion,

The needs that did cause all this poet's emotion.

Hello Alicen how ya doing, all things in my head, construing,

I always want to run away, I have much work and little play.

This house was Mom's, she rarely fixed it,

Whatever suggested, she usually nixed it.

She seemed to believe the house fixed up itself,

And left me with lists to fix all by myself.

But, yes, oh, the stairs are done, the basement floor sealed,

Thanks to friend Donna, that is a done deal.

I next have the floor in the kitchen to face

And steps at the front of the house to replace.

My money has wings as soon as I make it,

It's gone to the hands of the one who will take it,

For building the steps and replacing the floor,

And now, as I look, I will need a new door.

EEEEEEEEk!

I haven't been here for awhile, I've been busy,

So much to do, it was making me dizzy.

My house needed work and my checkbook some money,

So I worked hard to make it, and that wasn't funny.

I'm glad work was done, and the steps just look grand,

My basement got painted, and I've mowed the land,

Next in the kitchen, I'll need a new floor,

Do you wonder how often I run to the door?

At least, well, I want to with luggage in hand,

I'd rather vacation someplace that I plan,

To lie back and rest, a cruise would be nice

I know that I've said it before, once or twice.

But although all repairs to my house are just fine

They don't make for memories I wish to be mine.

Oh dear, I'm complaining, and there's those new stairs,

Not everyone has them, and I should beware,

Of not being thankful, of not being right.

And keeping those thoughts in my prayers tonight.