What I Do Best
Now that I have reached my golden years
I’ve finally discovered what I do best
And after talking with others I know
I tend to have the tendencies of the rest
I find myself enjoying doing nothing
I have found that it is easy to do
It takes place over almost everything
As to my recliner, it seems I’m glued
I can’t help it! I’m allergic to work
The thought of it makes me cringe
Doing manual labor, breaking a sweat
Tends to make me mentally unhinged
Honey-do lists will always be there
And I do my very best to comply
But then all I really want to do
Is relax, get comfortable, and sigh
There are merits in doing nothing
For one, you can’t get physically hurt
No straining, groaning, or sweating
Nor from your mouth epitaphs blurt
It also means very little gets done
But, alas, there is always another day
It doesn’t mean that I will do anything
For me, doing nothing is here to stay!