Foggy

I sit sipping hot tea
Looking out the windows
At the foggy scenes colors muted
In the grey mist makes me feel
I am hiding in the fog laying
Low watching what may
Move swirling along
Breaking cover to
Get somewhere
As I used to
Do on my
Way to
Work
Analyzing
Trends future
Traffic patterns
Across Texas and
Teaching evenings
History & geography
Decade after decade
Until now I relax smile &
Am glad I have chopped &
Stacked enough cords of wood
In stocks CDs and bonds to last my
Winter of retirement musing on
How to save up money make
It grow so much resembles
Hiding in the foggy mist
What we will later be
In need of to live a
Life of relative
Comfort and
I think on
Those
Who
Never
Could save
For a foggy day.
Aesop’s tale of the
Grasshopper and the
Ants comes to mind as I
Remember reading it as a
Small child and his other tales
Of wisdom on sour grapes,
I suppose Aesop is too
Dead white European
Male to qualify for
Inclusion in our
Current
Curriculum
So best to leave
Old Aesop in
The foggy
Past as
Today
You
Do not
Need to get
The right answer
As long as you know
The correct procedure
For discerning truth
On a foggy day
Sipping hot
Tea with
Milk.