Sometimes when my head hits the pillow at night,
I think about the things I did that day.
Did I do too much?
Did I not do enough?
Was I too harsh with someone?
Should I have given someone else a good cussin’?
Lying there in the darkness I replay my day.
I replay my life.
I still hate some high school idiots from 42 years ago.
I could forgive them but probably never will.
Chances are, some don’t even remember me.
I could call my cousin, Marsha, once in awhile.
She’s so nice but gets on my fuckin’ nerves.
I can’t really tell you why.
Maybe I am just a bitch like that.
Or maybe it’s the Virgo in me.
I like the women I surround myself with to be……
I should love people as much as I love my dogs.
Like the one snoozing in the crook of my arm.
Now she is cool.
Nothing , and I mean nothing, keeps her awake.
She has no regrets or unfulfilled dreams.
I would trade lives with her if it weren’t for the fact
that she eats her food from a plate on the floor.
My God, I need to get some sleep!!
A scenario I deal most every night right before I go to sleep.