mornings

Morning and I Don’t Want to Wake

/ Nancy Ann Creed / 1 Comment
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The morning calls, a gentle whisper,
Yet still I linger, half asleep.
The sun shines bright, the birds are singing,
But still I cannot rise to keep.

I know I must, I have things to do,
But oh, the warmth of this soft bed!
The covers are so cozy,
And I could just stay here instead.

But no, I must get up, I must face the day.
The world is waiting for me,
And I cannot hide away forever.

So I take a deep breath, and I open my eyes.
The sun is shining brighter now,
And the birds are singing even louder.

I know it will be a good day,
Even if I’m a little sleepy.
After all, there’s nothing like a challenge
To wake you up and get you going.

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Before the Sun

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The alarm rings in my ear.
The morning light is still so far away.
I pull my covers over my head and groan.
Another day the same as the rest.
The smell of coffee fills the air.
The warm shower meets me with another groan.

I drive to work the moon greets me for.
The sun has not awoken yet.
Same roads each day,
I sip my coffee as I drive.
Driving in silence as I try to wake.

Each morning more of the same.

The alarm rings in my ear.
The morning light is still so far away.
I pull my covers over my head and groan.

Another day the same as the rest.
The smell of coffee fills the air.
The warm shower meets me with another groan.

I drive to work the moon greets me for,
The sun has not awoken yet.
I sip my coffee as I drive,
Driving in silence as I try to wake.

Each morning more of the same.

The alarm rings in my ear.
The morning light is still so far away.
I pull my covers over my head and groan.

Another day the same as the rest.
The smell of coffee fills the air.
The warm shower meets me with another groan.

I must face today another day.