Wake To the Working Day

As the dawn awakens the sky, The stars can settle for rest. The sun in the blink of an eye, Will breach the horizon's crest. The weary rise to their feet, To begin a brand new day. A routine they must repeat, In order to earn their pay. Children will rush out the door, To catch their buses to school. Mothers must mop the floor, To absorb the milk in a pool. The city at last comes alive, With the bustling of the crowd. The hopes to be done around five, Depends if their work is endowed. When the clock gets closer to noon, A half hour is given for lunch. But that time goes by too soon, Then back to the grind for the crunch. Homeward they arrive in their cars, And when supper is finally done, The moon says hello to the stars; And waves goodbye to the sun.