Unfulfilled Daydreams?: A Sonnet – (no iambic in my pentameter)

Ordinary day, scrubbing the dishes

Vacuum the carpet, the house I clean

Typical day fine, but there are wishes

Still want extraordinary, I mean

Vacations I dream to see the Moors

Or go somewhere tropical, a place warm

But I’m content to still sweep the floors

I’m happy to do the day to day norm

I find joy in the standard, but still dream

To do important things, everyday

But that is not the life I wish to deem

I like to be able to stay in PJ

These silly wishes I daydream, I smile

I decide I will do this for a while