People check in on me to see
how I’m doing.
They message me and text me.
I don’t think it’s because they’re worried about me.
They ask me how I’m enjoying
my day or respond to photos I post on my story—
just checking to see how I’m doing—
and I never fail to put on
a good face. But what I find perplexing
is that some of them do seem a wee bit worried about me,
even though times have never been better for me.
I’m certainly not ruing
the day half a decade ago I stopped doing
paid work and took up rhyming,
along with singing and fiddle playing.
Don’t worry about me,
you people, my pot never stops
boiling,
and my skillet’s always good ‘n greasy.
You can check and see how I’m doing—
the rooster’s sittin' high and the hounds are trailin'.
