A Pome a Day for a Year

I spent Saturday zonked,
literally zonked off my gourd on the
comfiest sofa I have ever owned,
thinking about all the things
that stretch in front of me.

Gonna watch some films,
immerse myself in a bit of culture.
Gonna read some books,
control the narrative with page turning.
Gonna play some games,
Try out stuff I would normally skip across,
Gonna listen to some music,
New things, old things, just be a cocoon.

I am resting up I tell you.
I am allowing time to pass
and not worrying about whether I
am utilising it correctly.
This is why I am tired
and stressed – the constant worry
that I am doing nothing worthwhile
when I am literally capable
of just having fun.

That is the meaning of life,
by the way,
To be you and allow it.
It has to be!
Or maybe it is to have fun and enjoy?
Nah. Being you and accepting you
brings the real truth.
It is that. Final Answer.
Chris Tarrant tells me
I have just won a million laughs.