'Morning Brew'A Poem by JamesThat daily struggleEarly in the morning, my eyes still shut. The rain on my roof going putt, putt, putt. But, I am not ready to get out of bed Brush my teeth and comb my head. The mattress is soft and the blankets warm, I think I will lay here and listen to the storm. If only I could stay. If it could be so true But, there are voices in my head, things to do. So up I go to start my day, Up before the sun, before the birds begin to play. Life isn't fair on such a cold dreary day with the rain on the roof and the sky a dark grey. With a mighty yawn, I shake off the sleep, I reach for the sky and stretch out the kinks. Then off to the kitchen to make my morning brew That dark glorious liquid that helps me get through These tough early mornings forever in a rush, No need to complain, I think I will just hush. The coffee on the make I put on my suit My morning routine, my daily pursuit. That sweet aroma while I get dressed The dripping hiss reminds me of the blessed Warm, bitter sip that I'm soon to take Of that lovely black juice that brings me awake. Saddened I cannot enjoy this more Life has to happen; just one more pour. One last sip before I begin My arduous journey to my laborious den. I sit and I dream, I don't want to go but, that voice in my head screams no, no, no.
© 2016 JamesAuthor's Note
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