A Chickensoup Kind Of Day Poem by David Whalen

It's hard to make up my mind
Seems it's always a decision
Of one or another kind

It's obviously icy out
It's clearly cold, and
Not only that…but I'm old

My skinny legs are covered
In goose-bumps
From the chill

And if the Ague
Doesn't get me
Then the vapours probably will

But if I have to
Make a decision
Well then…I surely will

Yesiree-bob,
I'm still a man of action
A man of decision still

My decision's been made
My plans have been laid
I'm still alive and in the loop

The die is cast
I know what I want at last
A hot steaming bowl of chicken soup! !