SUMMER DAZE

The summer days of dreams are here-

Someday I’ll actually see you there.

On the beach in the land of song and dance-

Instead of here highlighter in hand.

These times are, sadly, too long drawn out-

They pass quickly as a drought-

No water for me only the terrible heat-

The deadlines, and times, and people I must meet.

I forgo the fun by my own choice-

In hopes someday, someone will listen to my voice.

They will hop-to’ and do my bidding-

And if I play my cards right, very pretty I’ll be sitting.