A Tired Day (A Poem)

I got up in the morning feeling rather low
I just cannot get going, and my progress is slow
I guess I can’t be happy every single day
Right now, at this moment, I’m wishing time away

Can’t concentrate on reading and not able to write
I’m still in my pyjamas and looking such a fright
The cat’s come out in sympathy; she’s looking all forlorn
She’s been dozing in her box, which is tattered and torn

She won’t go in the garden and doesn’t want to eat
She’s crawled out of her box and is sitting at my feet
The pair of us are moping all around the house
She’s not even tempted by the resident mouse

Should I call the doctor, or perhaps, I’ll call the vet
Both will cost a fortune, and I’m already in debt
I sit here looking vacantly through the kitchen door
Wondering what to do; I’m just dithering for sure

Here comes the local tomcat looking for a fight
He’s sitting on the fence in the last of the day’s light
My cat isn’t interested; she doesn’t want the stress
She wants to chill out; perhaps, a game of chess

I’m no good at games, so she’ll surely be the winner
I’m making up excuses like I’m going to cook the dinner
Later on, in bed, we can sleep away our sorrow
Roll on, ticking clock; we can start again tomorrow.



Photo by Rick J. Brown on Unsplash



Author: Ellie Thompson

Writing my memoirs, musings, a little fiction and a lot of poetry as a way of exploring and making the most of my life ... ... Having had a break from writing my blog for more than three years, I decided to return to write my memoirs, some day-to-day observations, views and feelings. My passion is non-fiction poetry. I have a disability and use an electric powerchair called Alfie and let nothing get in the way of living life to the full. I believe that you can never do a kindness too soon and should give credit where credit is due. A smile or a kind word could make the difference between a good or bad day for a person - we never know what's going on for another soul. Those little things, perhaps, practised daily like a mantra, could mean so much to someone else. Thank you for visiting my blog and reading a little more about me. Please, make yourself at home here. You are very welcome. Ellie x 😊

68 thoughts on “A Tired Day (A Poem)”

        1. Me, too, Kate. The rhythm tends to form after the first few words. I will try and catch up on some of your posts. I got very behind and hardly read or commented on anyone’s work yesterday as I was feeling under the weather. I’m feeling better today, thankfully. Xx 💖

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  3. There are days when it seems too hard to do what we think we need to do. The truth is, sometimes, we just need to take care of ourselves. That can be enough. Besides, you did write a lovely poem too. Xx

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    1. Yes, you are quite right, Allie. I always want to write, even when I’m feeling down. I guess it’s my way of processing my feelings. Thanks for liking my poem. I’m feeling much better today, thankfully. Xx 💞

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    1. Thanks, J. It was just one of those days, but I feel much better today. Peanut is a bit off-colour this morning, though. I will answer your questions and reply to your comment about the Death Cafe today.

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    1. Now, there’s an idea, Mick. Why didn’t I think of that. I was up for losing the chess game to start with 😉! I’m feeling much better today, thankfully, although Peanut is a bit off colour this morning 😿.

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        1. I tried the expensive route yesterday, but she wasn’t even interested in that. I’m meant to be going out today to drum practice in the park, but, firstly, I don’t want to leave Peanut, and secondly, it’s raining. Two valid reasons not to go, although I would have enjoyed it on a sunny day.

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          2. Peanut loves Dreamies. They’re the only thing that works if I need to get out of the door before she beats me to it! Her favourite ones are the cheese flavour. When the doorbell rings, she makes a beeline for the front door, and she’s not allowed out at the front because of the road. That calls for immediate Dreamies to get her to stay in 😺.

  10. Nothing like the best friendship of a cat to accompany an ‘off-day’. Mine is next to me now, happy for the random neck scratch, as I steel my resolve to head out for a long day of Saturday work meetings – blah.

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    1. You’re quite right, Jeff. Ugh, meetings all day on a Saturday aren’t much fun. Peanut is asleep on the dining room chair as she’s not all that well today, although I feel a fair bit better myself. I’m meant to be doing drum practice in the park today, but I don’t want to leave Peanut alone while she’s a bit poorly.

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    1. Thank you, Thompson. I’m glad you found it relaxing. I have had a quiet day today, partly because I’m still tired, and my cat, Peanut, is a bit off-colour, too. She wants to climb on my lap and have lots of cuddles, which is nice for both of us. X

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    1. Yes, you’re quite right, Ann. The only problem I find on a PJ day is that I don’t get anything much done in the house, although, I’m relieved I can still write. X

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  13. I can identify with this soo much. My prior cat Sarah was an indoor cat, but he was always in tune with my emotions and health. When I was feeling sad or ill, he always curled up next to me because he knew something was off, always rubbing on me purring trying to cheer me up. Never left my side when I was not feeling well. Great poem.

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    1. I’m glad you can identify with this, Brian. I think indoor cats can be more affectionate due to the amount of time they spend with you. It’s lovely when they are. Peanut was an indoor cat until she was eight months, and then, I bowed to pressure from friends saying it was cruel not to let her go out in the garden. I try and keep Peanut in during the afternoon and evening, and she’s always in at night so as to cut down the number of little casualties she catches. She’s become a more settled cat now that she’s indoors with me more. I’m glad Sarah was so in tune with you and brought you comfort when you needed it. Peanut doesn’t seem to sense when I’m not right, but she’s only four and still has the ‘mad’ kitten in her. I love just the same, though.

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      1. I try to always read, I just don’t always comment Etc as it’s usually when I’m getting the boy thing to sleep and my arm is pinned down under his head! 🤣 I wish I could write, as a musician it’s a skill I don’t get to possess unfortunatly, you have talent lovely xx

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        1. Thanks for reading when you can, Sarah. I understand what it’s like to have children around you, although my two are grown ups with their own children now. It’s great that you’re a musician, though. I’m impressed. What do you play? Xx 💐

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          2. How lovely, Sarah. My daughter used to play the clarinet, although she doesn’t have time now. I had a friend who played the saxophone, although we’ve lost touch now. I love the flute. It’s a beautiful instrument with the most magical sound. I could never master the guitar – my hands were too small. Xx

          4. You are doing well to play at all with your hand problems. I am lucky really as my disability doesn’t often affect my hands. It’s more my legs that don’t work properly. I have an electric wheelchair, though, and that’s like my legs and wheels all in one go 😊. I do get frustrated sometimes, also. Xx 💖.

          5. I have an electric wheelchair that is broken (we call it the death trap) I also have a new all terrain one, but my brother has that in his garage, I’m picking it up at Easter when we go down south for a few days. I need to replace the death trap with another one that will work in supermarkets Etc! Xx

  18. Really wonderful writing. Yes, not all days are happiness and fun adventures. We sometimes can’t get ourselves moving and we need to wallow in it a bit to get it out. What’s important is what happens the day after such a day. The choices we make after we feel the sadness are the more important ones. Much love❤️❤️❤️

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    2. Thank you so much for enjoying my poem, Bridgette. I don’t think we would be realistic if we expected every day to be a bundle of fun. Yes, wallowing was definitely necessary that day. I agree with you about functioning better the following day. Sometimes, when I’m feeling low, the best thing to do is to write. It releases a lot of frustration and tension, I find. Thank you for your kind words, my friend. Much love to you, as always. Hope today isn’t proving to be a too difficult day for you and your daughter. Keep on keeping on – sometimes, that is all we can do for the time being. Xx 💖💝💖

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        1. Thanks, Bridgette. My day has been good so far. I went to a craft afternoon with a friend this afternoon. I’ve just got home and have to go out again this evening for the drum circle. I always enjoy that, though, so am looking forward to it. Xx 💝

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          2. It was good fun. We were decorating, painting and adding lights to glass jars and empty wine bottles (not mine as I don’t drink) to make a centrepiece for a table or sideboard etc.

            Can I ask you something quick, please? I know I replied to one of your lovely comments earlier and I mentioned I was thinking about writing about a certain topic. I’ve completely forgotten what I was going to write about, so if you can remember, I’d appreciate a prompt, please. If you can’t remember, please don’t worry as I know you’ve got enough to cope with at home as it is. Xxx 💖

          3. That sounds like a really fun project! You said you were writing a descriptive piece of fiction about a Victorian family using a photo you found on Pexels. Is that it?

          4. The bottle and jar painting this afternoon was good. I had said I was going to write that piece of fiction about a Victorian family, yes; you have a very good memory. I think it was something else that I mentioned briefly earlier today. Don’t worry, if it’s important, I’m sure it’ll come back to me. and if it doesn’t, then it couldn’t have been all that important. I have a head like a sieve sometimes 😁. Xx 💕

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