Before the dawn
I stretch and yawn;
alarm rings, I hit the snooze.
Stumble out of bed,
shake off the cobwebs;
time to pay my dues.
Weekly recurring ritual,
far from habitual
it's just what I do.
By the week's end,
can't wait for the weekend
when my work is through.
But it ends all too fast;
why can't weekends last
as long as the weeks do?
Copyright by NewLife2008
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