Hit the Deck
I wake up every morning out of habit I suppose,
Though I’ve earned the right to lie there in somnolent repose.
God has given me this day and I must rise to meet it.
It can’t be wasted. Once it’s gone, there’s no chance to repeat it.
I set the clock for seven and if I should forget.
My kitty comes to waken me. I must rise to feed my pet.
Sometimes I have appointments to get me out of bed.
I set the time for early and the headlines heard or read.
There are days I have designs to be readied for a show.
A busy woman such as I can’t lie abed you know.
There are poems to be written and contests I must enter.
Life is flowing ‘round me and I’m right smack in the center.
No. 4 in contest
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