Old Soul in a Lazy Boy

In my lazy boy, where the day unwinds,

A game of Sudoku clears my restless mind.

The mystery of numbers, laying the clues,

An old soul’s comfort, with nothing to lose.

Watching shadows dance on the TV screen,

Crime shows unraveling, so vivid, so keen.

I sip on my coffee, in the soft glow of night,

Catching a glimpse of the wrong and the right.

I find my thrill in the twists and turns,

A little escape in each tale that burns.

The world outside can wait till the dawn,

In my cozy realm where I feel reborn.

Call me an old soul, but I won't take the blame,

In my steady rhythms, life’s a gentle game.

Where time's golden threads weave an easy fold,

I embrace the evenings, being brave, being bold.

As the clock ticks softly, the night starts to fade,

I’ll play one more round, in this sanctuary made.

With a pillow for dreams and a heating blanket of thought,

I lay down my head, in the peace that I sought.

The world spins quickly as I settle in tight,

While others chase the stars, I embrace the night.

With crime novels whispering secrets untold,

In my lazy boy throne, I watch life unfold.

Simplicity’s golden, wrapped in my own,

Each show’s culmination becomes my solace zone.

With my Sudoku puzzle, I’ll crack every code,

As the adventures of fiction gently erode.

Call me an old soul, but I revel in this,

Finding joy in the quiet, and sweet evening bliss.

Let the stories unravel, as dreams intertwine,

Past nine o'clock, oh, how I love to recline.

So here’s to the nights when the world starts to slow,

In my lazy boy throne, there’s magic in the flow.

An old soul’s comfort, wrapped in the night,

Till the morning sun beckons, I’ll hold on tight.