Woke up,
Got
up, business done.
Ready
for another day.
Brush
away the overnight
And
damn the light
And
the mirrors display.
And
though I know
I
look a fright
With
bedroom hair
And
droopy stare,
I
fake a smile and stumble to
The
kitchen in my underwear.
Coffee
on.
Pills
to take.
Fill
a cup of each.
Socks
and shoes,
A
little news and
Step
into the breach.
What
grand adventures do await
To
carry me away?
Tis
grace that’s granted me
The
sunrise of
Another
day.
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