G.R. Gaus

Rookie - 0 Points (April 11 1950 / St. Louis)

A Day In The Life - Poem by G.R. Gaus

Wakening when the dreams are over,
No matter how high the sun,
Coffee and cream, at least an hour,
Precisely, how each day’s begun.

Stretching slowly to feel outside,
Quietly sitting in the morning air,
A pair of Wrens feed their young,
I gaze in wonder, without a care.

Grab a bite but not too much,
Never hungry at this time of day,
Suppose I really should get dressed,
Whatever happens gets underway.

Nothing planned, at least at first,
A thought might cross my mind,
The more I wander aimlessly,
Amazing how much I can find.

The day dwindles on carelessly,
Deep into the afternoon hours,
Picking up sticks, rocks and debris,
Pausing often to smell the flowers.

Sound of thunder moving overhead,
Drops of rain falls here and there,
Summer showers nurture the earth,
All the creatures are well aware.

Daylight fades into shadows,
Air smells refreshed and clean,
Now sitting in the evening glow,
Moonrise, a pale like green.

Calm the wind, falls into dusk,
Passing day has come and gone,
With age I’ve gained experience,
This; I’ve come to depend on.

Nestled within my soft pillowed bed,
Plotting wild, imaginative schemes,
Relaxed ever drifting, a somber state,
Eyes closed, awaiting my dreams.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

So this is retirement.....

Comments about A Day In The Life by G.R. Gaus

  • Silver Star - 4,191 Points Valerie Dohren (7/21/2013 8:11:00 AM)

    Sounds wonderful - I am retired from work now, but we women never really have the luxury of complete retirement. A lovely poem, delightful to read. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 8, 2013


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