Waking Woes

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Eyes open up to that
alarm scream sound
sun’s not up but
feet touch ground

back’s still sore
and soul’s still
down

but coffee’s warm
and toast will brown

and heart’s still pure
while hours are long
and dream’s still short
while hope drones on.

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Well, we’re up. We’re moving. It’s Monday. What more can you say than that, folks? Hope you enjoy the little scrap of writing above. This one was brewed fresh and finished this morning just in time for ya. Seems to summon up the gist of the it, don’t it? Despite the grind, we’re still getting on  with our eyes on the horizon, aren’t we?

If that didn’t do it for ya, be sure to check my links below for my other Monday poems. If your brain is too tired to read, feel free to pop on over to my Pintrest page for the site which I am sure won’t disappoint.

Well, as always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Make Monday A Little Easier – Procrastitorian Pintrest Board

Monday Mullings – Procrastitorian’s Previous Poems & Odes to Monday Disdain

 

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