Mourning Morning-Collaboration
Mourning Morning
Up early
out on the job.
Full of pep
that old age robbed.
Unyielding, demanding
unreasonable times
leave the a.m. classes
to memories of your prime.
When you were young
mornings were great.
Upon retirement
most mornings you’re late.
It’s just that it takes
more time to get ready.
You drop everything
and nothing is steady.
Some choose the P.M.
to open their eyes,
while others are walking,
exercising those thighs.
8/22/19
for contest COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier
PLAY WITH ME Poetry Contest
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2019
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