TO DO

I’ll mosey about the garden with a cup of tea,
pull on gloves in the winter,
lie out under the summer sun,
make a little money,
spend it on books or seeds,
bake bread,
carve wood,
do something wildly exciting every four to six weeks,
and try my very best not to die before my time,
collecting smalls moments of joy like interesting stones on the beach,
I’ll skim them across the water,
embellish the score by one,
and keep going.