Sun is up, coffee's hot,
a roll and fruit just hits the spot.
I read the paper, check the mail
then I’m off to the shower
before I ever set sail
on life's big open sea;
whisper a prayer,
'O Lord please be with me.'
Not much time
in these long busy days
of decisions and deadlines
all lost in a haze.
Out in the world,
reality screams
and simply drowns out
my gauzy thin dreams.
I drag myself home
at the end of the day,
in a sigh of relief
that at last I can stay
here in my castle,
my little retreat,
kick off my shoes
and put up my feet.
And I wonder...
Will this all wash away
in a fresh morning shower,
can I hope to recover
youthful dreams and power
when every tomorrow
brings age and sorrow;
when the sun is up, coffee’s hot,
a roll and fruit just hits the spot?
Carolyn Brunelle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sun-is-up-coffee-s-hot/
