Taking stock of the day

"newly formed habit"

It's an half an hour before bedtime
And I deceive my cravings
With an oversized mug of decaf,
Smothered in pink and white marshmallows.
I ponder whether I treated everyone
The way I want to be treated;
I wonder if anyone suffered today
Because I did not pray for them;
I imagine seeing the half a dozen angels
Keeping me safe through dangerous corners.
A smile of satisfaction arrests
The worry on my face,
Knowing that tomorrow I may get another chance
To shine the wayward sunbeam of me
And pierce the dark world I call my life.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I love coffee. I can drink before sleep.
"Knowing that tomorrow I may get another chance
To shine the wayward sunbeam of me
And pierce the dark world I call my life. "
I liked the tone and the above lines. Good to retract past day and try to be better tomorrow. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks Coyote.....up until recently, I could also drink coffee any time of day, but I guess something clicked in my biological clock and now it gives me insomnia if I have it too late at night.....lol.....decaf is horrible though.....I should invent a new drink giving the buzz of coffee with out insomniac side-effects.....:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Poor daughter, same problem. Less coffee. I still drink 12 cups a day. My life blood and you are welcome.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Now that I think of it.....I do write better poetry when I am on "caffeine"......lol

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too. I need the coffee.