cozy bed

this was a poem i wrote when i was lazing around the house in my summer vacations. i had nothing better to do, so i thought i might as well write a lazy poem! i know its not gr8, but plz be gentle!

Cozy bed

 

Okay here goes my day again.

With tired eyes, too much sleep

I wake up in the morning.

It’s hours past nine.

And I’ve got nothing on my mind.

Only a dizzy feel.

 

I’m rolling on my bed

And I know I need to do something.

Make a prompt move and throw

My dull life out with a fling.

 

But the day passes by,

And, looking at the clock, I sigh

And think that

That can be handled tomorrow.

Tomorrows never end.

But nothing’s better than

Lying lazy on a cozy bed.

 

 

I move about in the house,

Searching and scurrying in the kitchen.

Get myself a snack or two

And catch a show on television.

 

They show how hard they worked,

To get that one step right.

And how tough it was for them

To prepare for their film fare night.

 

Looking at their efforts,

I’m motivated and inspired

To rock on a stage one day

But hey,

 

The day has already passed by

I glance at the clock

Its almost night time, and I sigh

And think that

That can be handled tomorrow.

Tomorrows never end.

But nothing’s better than

Lying lazy on a cozy bed.

 

 

Now I’m lying on my cozy bed,

And it’s mid-night.

I am as awake as a hawk.

The night passes by

 

And when I wake in the morning

The next day

Its already hours past nine,

And I’ve got nothing on my mind.

Just tired eyes, too much sleep

And a dizzy feel.

 

And I know I need to do something.

But even the new day passes by,

And looking at the clock, I sigh

And think that

That can be handled tomorrow.

Tomorrows never end.

But I say nothing is better than

Lying lazy on a cozy bed.