Morning
The morning awakens you,
a slight touch of sun upon your face
you slowly slide back into life's
not so gentle embrace
you reluctantly stumble
to complete the routine morning chores
but in your mind you're out on holiday
visiting lovely distant shores
the half-asleep demeanor
does not allow for much mistake
because every single corner
would just love a toe to break
but you manage your way through
even with your mind adrift
because GOD FORBID YOU'RE LATE
FOR ANOTHER ****IN SHIFT!
Copyright © Eric Schojan | Year Posted 2014
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