Only once in a whole day
Does the dawn catch me lazily asleep
Never more than once a day
Do I have the privilege of breakfast
As rarely as once a day
Does the rising sun soothe my soul
And just once in a whole day
Do I have to toil under a fiery sun
Only once throughout the whole day
Does the poor afford a scanty lunch
Believe me it’s once a day
Do I enjoy a liberating evening stroll
And only once in my day
Does resting after work make sense
Never as oft as twice in any day
Do I smell a good supper
And just that one time in the day
Does the night speak sleep to me
…Okay, let’s go rogue now!
Most of the day do I cry for the frailty of humanity
Most of the day do I pull through with hope
Most of the day do I feel the poverty of wallets and souls around
Most of the day do I eat and drink anything I desire
Most of the day do I wear a straight face
Most of the day do I feel happy and contented
Most of the day does my mind actively work
Most of the day I am mostly the man I ought to be
Most of the day none of those that happen once a day happen
I Feel Shadows 
A really good day has more than one breakfast in it.
Terry
Heehheehehehe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That sounds good. So you a culinary connoisseur or just a fan of good food?
Nice having you around, Araneus.
thank and yes but, I really like breakfast. when cafes started doing all day breakfast I nearly passed out!
Hahahahahahaha!!!!!! Oh my!!! Lol!!!!!
Very nice Doc, you have a poet’s soul and deviant’s mind, haha! Well done, let’s hope it’s not your last supper! 😀
Thanks Maddey.
Should I be happy or worried, or you are just saying the parts of me that resemble yours @poet…deviant… ?
Hehehehehe. I am still alive today, ain’t I?