Guiltless Pleasure

by jimowensjr

In this world

Of fleeting pleasure

This is one thing

That’s hard to measure.


Without warning

It ‘oft arrives

At midday or afternoon

Or sometimes in late morning.


In a chair,

Or on a couch,

It’s true delight,

This brief affair.


When I awake,

And often wonder,

How much time

Did that take?


Did I snore?

My mouth agape?

Please kind sir,

I want some more.


Surely, I’m no fool

You must see

Though from these lips

You saw me drool.


If beside you

On park bench

Please let me doze

Oh, do be true.


Yes, let me rest

In this short moment

Enjoy precious sleep

For old dudes, naps are the best.