Borrowed beginnings

‘‘Twas the morning before Christmas
I was laying in bed
Not a muscle was moving
And I thought in my head

Should I get up
Should I stay here
My friend Cory
Made cornflakes with beer

No thanks I said
I think I’ll pass
I think I’ll partake
And smoke some grass

Memories of youth
They are in my head
If I’d kept at it
I’m sure I’d be —-

Fifty years later
I’m laying in bed
Not a muscle moving
I’ll have coffee instead

On toes
On feet
On legs
Let’s go

No time for mats
I think I’ll go slow

First to get up
I love the quiet
I enjoy the peace
I’ll forget the diet

The two days that follow
There’s no time for rest
Food, friends, family
Life at its best

If you are happy
Then just to enjoy
If you are sad
Then please to employ

Time is relative
It can feel so slow
It happened to me
I was in the know

‘‘Twas the morning before Christmas
There’s a sigh of relief
I’ve made it this far
It’s beyond my belief

I’d tell you a story
I’ve got many to go
And if you think positive
The start you could know

Positivity is naïveté
It’s an inside twist
You can give it away
By far the best gift