10 October 2012

OctPoWriMo 10 - Mornings

Just five more minutes, Mom. I will awake
In time to eat and brush my teeth, I swear.
Aw, come on. Why can’t I get a break?
I want to sleep some more. It isn’t fair!

Hit snooze and snooze again just one more time;
My bed so soft and warm I hate to rise.
I hate nothing like I hate that chime
That calls me to be healthy, wealthy, and wise.

I sometimes like to rise before the sun,
To sit in quiet while all others sleep,
And not to think of what needs to be done,
To pray the peace I find then I can keep.

But most days, coffee is my closest friend.
I wish my sleep would never have to end.


  1. I feel the same way about most morning

  2. With the exception of the coffee part this was me senior year of college when I had to get up for 8 am classes. ^^; The best part of this poem is how it is written in such a way that anyone, regardless of age, can identify with it. :)