Way To Go

Now and then a day arrives
With nothing much to do
Too cold to be inviting
Every moment colours blue

Hot tea on my table top
Bacon sandwich by its side
Bad news on the radio
Where many worlds collide

Trains and buses running late

Weigh in heavy from the start

With a can't be bothered attitude

Today I haven't got the heart

Maybe I'll rifle through my workshop

Remind myself what I could try

Put away the stuff not put away

Achieving more or less I sigh