Today’s November Poem A Day prompt was festivities.
A Festive Apology
I am sorry that I cannot join in the festivities for I am not feeling well.
My wallet is quite empty, and my back–it hurts like hell.
I already went out once this week, and that’s about all I can take,
for weighing cost-benefit analysis, I see everything that’s at stake.
I’d really love to join you on every every little jaunt,
but my life currently can’t give me all I want.
Since the start of winter I’ve seen exponential gains
in the varying levels of my chronic pain,
so I will just lay here and try to watch the news,
and if I am lucky, maybe take a little snooze.
You might find it a bit disrespectful and somewhat out of whack,
if instead of joining you I stay home and make a snack.
Please forgive me, dear friend, if I do not make the trek
that would increase our friendship from a tiny speck.
I’ll still live vicariously through photos that you post,
even if your company is what I desire most.
I hope that you will fill your days with a lot of fun.
I’ll be under my blanket until there is more sun.
It’s not that I am not interested, but merely that I lack
the funds and necessary stamina to do anything but slack.