Bedtime banter

Bedtime banter Another day draws to a close, my tired eyes tell me it’s timeThe farmer plants, then reaps what he sows; toss on steaks, mix Mules, don’t skip the limeThere’s smiles somewhere waiting to turn up my cheek, pull the edges of my mouth towards the sunMight not be tomorrow, might not even be next week, but I have a feeling that on my horizon is a boatload of funWell we don’t always understand, seldom get it right; it’s just when the moon tickles our mindThere can be years of joy sometimes in just one night, so lets ride down the rainbow and see what we findBut that’ll have to be something for tomorrow, there’s not much left for me this nightWe’ll chart a course to sail away from the sorrow, and maybe this time we’ll get it rightGoodnightTim Windisch05 27 2026