Perishable

I’m up feeling rested before the sunrise; sipping a cup of java, then soon realize

I’ve no pressing work, nowhere to go, but to revel in the day; yield to its flow.

Been there, done that, paid my dues; living each day the way I choose.

A treasure trove yet to be tapped, of the wisdom of life, loosely wrapped.

Please don’t be shy, come peek inside. I’ve plenty to share; nothing to hide.

That which I’ve sewn, now may you reap, before death demands my secrets I keep.

~g