Sun is up, coffee's hot, <br />a roll and fruit just hits the spot. <br />I read the paper, check the mail <br />then I’m off to the shower <br />before I ever set sail <br />on life's big open sea; <br />whisper a prayer, <br />'O Lord please be with me.' <br /> <br />Not much time <br />in these long busy days <br />of decisions and deadlines <br />all lost in a haze. <br />Out in the world, <br />reality screams <br />and simply drowns out <br />my gauzy thin dreams. <br /> <br />I drag myself home <br />at the end of the day, <br />in a sigh of relief <br />that at last I can stay <br />here in my castle, <br />my little retreat, <br />kick off my shoes <br />and put up my feet. <br /> <br />And I wonder... <br /> <br />Will this all wash away <br />in a fresh morning shower, <br />can I hope to recover <br />youthful dreams and power <br />when every tomorrow <br />brings age and sorrow; <br />when the sun is up, coffee’s hot, <br />a roll and fruit just hits the spot?<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sun-is-up-coffee-s-hot/
