A DAY IN MY LIFE: A SONNET

For breakfast I have a cup of tea
And a little granola to satisfy me
For lunch I may have a piece of fruit
Or maybe a carrot or some other root
My dinner depends upon my wife
Whatever she cooks sustains my life
When morning comes I am still asleep
Lost in dreams and in slumber so deep
It is in the afternoon I start my day
Thinking about what I may have to say
I contemplate what it is I might write
Most of my writing is done at night
One thing always does come to mind
Whatever may happen, please be kind

(Published by Lone Stars Poetry Magazine December 2016)