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