Gone are the days

“What will I do today ?”
I am thinking in my head...
As I lie penning this piece of poetry on a pillow in my bed
Long days doing nothing is something that I dread 
So I shall stroll amidst the summer breeze and trample where I tread

Gone are the delightful days shopping til’ I was dropping
Then driving back home again without ever stopping
Absolutely worn out from the hopping and bobbing
Stumbling to my sofa and tiresomely flopping

I don’t go to the shops and stand in a queue
Not anymore this is what I used to do
Nowadays with this wandering hullabaloo
I keep myself to myself until they find a breakthrough