How does my body know

That the winter time is over

For it will not let me sleep

It’s yearning to walk

Amongst the sheep and

Fields of nowhere in


Each year that passes

I notice it more

Like the bear rising

From winter

My mind and body

Are on the prowl for

Something to eat

An eighteen hour day

Is a lifetime

I’m sure this is what

Marx was thinking when

He stated so much could be

Achieved in a utopian


For I have the time to see

The sunrise

And eat a hearty meal

Before I put my mind

To work and with life’s

Challenges deal

Then I have some company

For a movie or a meal

Which still leaves time

To ponder or squeeze

In a game of chess

Before I walk the

Dog once more

And lay my head to


How does my body know