Moring

Just a poem about my everyday morings.

                   Moring

                      By:

                   Lori T Branch

               

 

                                    Orange juice,or tea?

                                    Mixed fruit or nothing at all?

                                    Yawing.....to wake up to a new day.

                                    Go online to check my messages from

                                    friends.

                                    Then after I am dressed and ready, off

                                    to work to make money so,I can pay bills.

                                    Later come home. Then tommorrow get up

                                    and do it all over again.

 

                                     copyright2010LoriTBranch

Reviews

[A Soap Mess Stories]

Good job...sounds like a typical day for me too...nicely put...

[DalainaRenee]

I hate those kinds of days were it all seems to be the same day again and again!