Tired, creased and rumpled,
I scowl at the bright sunshine,
Unmoved by the cheerful chittering of the budgies
In the neighbour's aviary.

But my smiling daughter's
willingness to make me plunger coffee
penetrates my frowziness.

I plump down in a chair,
knowing that this grouching grizzle
will ebb from me, leaving no trace.

Sipping coffee in the afternoon heat,
I emerge into wakefulness
and contemplate a trip to the library.

Still short of enthusiasm,
I am glad just to find willingness.