sunday mornings
paying the bills
doing the laundry
watching the cat
watch the birds
such mundane things
were never part
of my dreams
full of sparkly flash
beyond my means
it’s when time
moves faster
than you imagined
and takes more
than you want to give
that quiet mornings
and cups of coffee
fill the void with
grateful thoughts
– – –
free-verse, c.b.w. 2018
C.B. Wentworth 
A moving poem. It evokes a mixed sense of satisfaction, boredom, and longing. I think that wherever we head in life, we always look back and consider what might have been or been done. Some turn back with regret; some, with sorrow; others, with mere curiosity. I like that your musings ended with gratitude.
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Thanks. I had such a moment while sitting at the kitchen table and this poem is what came of it.
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So true. Might have to save this one.
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🙂
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