At Myself, I Do Stare

I've watched it rain and stop,

A million times today,

I've chewed my fingers that much,

I turned them into horse hair!

I've knitted the stitches,

Dropped a few,

Now there are more holes

In my britches!

I've sung many songs,

And now;

I never sing them wrong,

I've tapped my feet to the

back and fro rhythm,

There is no sense to my words,

And here I am, still

Sitting in this old rocking chair,

With not a care in this old world

And in the mirror,

At myself, I do stare,

Appreciating my flair

While I rock this boredom away!