Something I Am Not In the Morning
Oh bed you served me well last night
as I slumber and dreamed,
dreaming of many things I must do
and places I must go today.
Waking up early is not for me
the floor and slippers my feet must find,
then it is time to stumble to the kitchen
for the hot go go juice disguised as coffee.
As I sip my hot coffee,
I am trying to wake up to the bright new day,
with birds chirping and singing their little hearts out
the bright sun all aglow coming in my window.
Sipping my hot coffee I must decide
what this day will bring for me,
I am not a morning person
so guess it is back to my soft bed and pillow
I am ready to pull the covers over my head
mornings are something I just cannot do.
8-19-2019
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2019
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