Those Days

Those Days

When you feel out of step and the clock is adept

You think of the years and they seem bereft

Days of youth which you thought was the truth

Dreaming your world, so vivid, so definite – now you want vermouth

You run out of steam or even to dream

Rest on your bed, longing for ……, aches your head, even to scream

Sometimes THAT does it and you suddenly want ice cream

Fat chance! Its 2.am and only the creeps are wandering the streets

Those days you sigh, for everything seems passé and so damn dry

You sigh, because it’s been a while since another’s bed was tried

Is this crisis or life? Often you can’t tell the difference in light

Blue or red but never white light at night, for that’s a sin without delight

Awake early, renewal is the sense even before that java black incense

Robot-like to the lap-top with greetings of morn and FB suspense

Just one of those days when déjà vu at work has been real

To the rescue your bedrock – strong black coffee always the seal