Not sad enough for poems

Love no one at this time

Have a cabin in the woods

Small dog sleeps beside me

Gray pickup has new tires

Windows facing so much green

Most bills paid up to date

No aches or pains that matter

Friends call to tell me tales

All my children own their homes

Every room is like a library

Grandchildren want to live here

Art supplies for the end of time

Favorite music played on command

Refrigerator has just enough food

No one here that complains to me

Waiting for the plot to thicken