Morning awakens a jumbled agenda of
Caffeine-fueled
fluster and clamoring clashes,
Maddening
mashes and time-crunching dashes
Sprinkled
with flashes of
Echoed
backlashes.
Onward
and upward the dreaded commute,
The
bottlenecked bobblehead manic pursuit.
Every
halt or delay, every pothole in route
Sending
blood pressure soaring in hosts of hot flashes.
The
workaday fever a muster of frenzy
Raving
and ravaging every last nerve,
Draining
the tank til there’s no more reserve,
And
giving much more than those bastards deserve.
But…
At
the end of the day
It
all goes away.
All
the worries and flurries
Removed
from the fray,
And
a soft prayer of thanks
To
the One up above
For
the privilege to live
In
the land that I love.
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