Too many candles at eight

Has it really been that long?
The fifty-plus have found me
The gray and the extra weight
And a meteorologist knee

Feeling refreshed at eight

This weekend brings us a new moon
Plant those seeds and make those plans!
Give the house a nice, deep clean
Or skip all that and join the dance

Nailed it! at eight

Tonight we celebrate a death
The pharaoh's army or just one man
But, anyway you slice it
It means we'll eat some lamb

Hitting the archives at eight

We made it to Friday!
We're all still alive
And what else has survived?
These old 45s.

Getting crafty at eight

Every tour for every band
Has its own peculiar quirks
I missed it, so covers
Will have to do. That works.

Rearranging things at eight

Things got kinda wonky
When they took our cubes apart
The layout of an office
Is a long-forgotten art

Hitting everyone's allergies at eight

Flowers come in many forms
A prom corsage, a bride's bouquet
So, what better could bloom
On a nice, early spring day?