Getting Up

To many of us, well, for sure, for me... Getting up in the morning is a most unpleasant daily chore, You didn't sleep well, if at all... with worries through the night... Or, if you're a PoetrySoup addict, you're like a drug addict for a computer screen... Life was so mush simpler, almost pastoral, in the 50's and 60's But your life has it's costs You have responsibilities- Be it a job, care for kids, or maybe a Dr. appointment, or chores you have to face, maybe, like me, you put them off; excuses are easy to manufacture.... But one thing is very basic... You Do Not Want To Get Out Bed!!! Ya' wanna' sleep some more So comfy you are And dreams so much better.. than what you must face.... Oh, if it were only Sunday! Oh, yeah, then we gotta' get up for church...a little extra early... cause we gotta' dress as well as we can.... But, oh, that bed looks, oh, so good!!! Can't wait till I get back home.... I'll figure out a way... for two hours... more in dreamland I'll roam. You can't imagine another viewpoint... another need or anywhere so sweet... But time's a tricky devil... it can sweep you off your feet... Just like the devil's candy...a lure meant to fool you... Cause someday You'll be old... with not too much to do... You can sleep 23 hours, but your body won't give you five... The ultimate frustration, You'll wonder why you're alive... Cause now you wish... you had those great distractions.... with far too much to do... And being all alone... Seems far too painful for you... Where are the kids? What happened to my job? I'm too old to go to the doctor's And house calls are a figment of the past... This feeling of uselessness... of oneness...of loneliness.. of the pointlessness of getting up.... How could I have complained??? It's the water drought of life... Why hasn't it rained??? And what happened to my wife??? But you suspect, Your bed is laughing.. It's taken you both up and down.... You realize you've been manipulated... And truely made the clown.