THE CHIPMUNKS AND ME

It's a glorious day, for chipmunks and me.
They greet me every morning with animated, chipmunk glee.
Furry little nut-eaters, they always ask for more.
Walnuts, peanuts, cashews, are promptly chewed or stored.
I adore my little chipmunk friends!
Who could ask for more?

I notice the mulch has been cast in disarray.
My furry friends have burrowed, to hide away their prizes,
for a wet or gloomy day.
I get my broom and sweep,
to keep things orderly.
The chipmunks make a mess again.
It quite amuses me.

Perfection is not God's plan.
I must accept these ways.
For I am just a man, befuddled by the maze.
One thing I've learned from observing chipmunk ways,
is there's always time for begging and living for the day.

I look at my gorgeous pansies,
and laugh heartily at their name.
They have tough, little, frowning heads,
and are stronger than most claim.
I view all the glories in nature's great plan.
I do not understand it all,
for I am just a simple man...
A man who plods along, that's all.

Finally, I am grateful.
For all these gifts I see.
I've come to a place of peace in life,
where this bounty is for me.
Sometimes, my old self peeks through.
It tries to haunt my life.
I usually block out all useless thoughts,
which cause me pain and strife.

Sometimes I win, sometimes I fail.
I try to do my best.
I must accept the chipmunk world,
so I can claim success.
Much of the time, this works for me.
Sometimes I swear and scam.
I'm sure that nature laughs at me,
for I am just a man.