“Time” (after “Blessings” by Ronald Wallace)

Some days I find myself
making my bed but
not having to lie in it.
I have a leg to stand on.
I have a penny 
to my name. 

All around me people
are asking what the country
can do for them,
sweating the small stuff,
crying over spilled milk.
Words hurt me.
There’s a will
but no way.

Some days
A good man is easy to find.
Presence makes the heart grow fonder.
Love means having to say you’re sorry.
Love sees clearly.
Love comes when you expect it.

Some days
the ink is dry.
The dust has settled.
Your ship is in.
There is a time like the present.
You can put the toothpaste
back in the tube.
You can get there from here.

--previously published by Word Fountain