Taptaptap

I am 75 in
A few weeks,
This morning I woke
Up to tapping wondering
If it was high blood pressure
Or raiding elves in my yard
A question requiring me
To get up to find out a
Solution I’ve avoided
For an hour or so
But just realized
It is someone
Either fixing
The wood
Curb or
Street
Repairs
Further off
All starting at
Six this morning.
I forget how hard
And early to late folks
Work day-to-day so now
I must go get some cookies
For them to salve my guilt
As it is cold outside now
And rainy and I am
Snug abed covers
Up to my chin
Tapping out
This poor
Poem.