The Joy

Of not knowing

What time it is

Is immeasurable

Ha ha he he

Also

Chronological



Upon awakening

In a darkened room

I resisted looking for

As long as I could

But this popped

Up in my head

Thought

It was clever

So a new joy

Replaced

The previous joy

Upon writing this

Then another joy

Occurred

Recalling what my

Grandson said

Who once declared

At the precocious

Age of four

Learning I work at night

Stated

You’re nocturnal

(I had to look it up)

For another joy

To find its way

Into this post

Of a comedic phrase

Trapped in my mushy mind

“The only joy in my life,

Is a dish washing liquid.”

– Steve Martin

Closing this out with

Chicago lyrics to

Wonder…….

“Does anyone really know what time it is?

Does anybody really care?

(About time) If so, I can’t imagine why.”


Hope you en-joy-ed this.

At least at this….time…..

Of joy



“All of that
Which has reality
Has no basis
In reality”

– Angelo Devlin