As light slipped under the eyelids
He recognised, time to arise
The chores of the day were many
Not much changed from yesterday
The thought that tomorrow would be no different
Brought little comfort.
A crust had to be earned
Mouths had to be fed
Oh what he’d give to remain in bed.
It was not to be
So rise and shine
Shower and breakfast
Ritual followed ritual followed ritual
This is how it had to be
Read the morning newspaper
Catch up on overnight worldwide activities
Then into the office
Sit into the cockpit
Give life to his PC
Begin to write
Such nuggets were an essential therefore
Constituted his first poem of the day.
(c) Chris Black. January 2018.