Wake up at eight to get my morning started <br />go do last nights dishes... and then make the bed. <br />Put out the dog... to do her duty and bark at nothing <br />brush my teeth...and then my messy bed of head! <br /> <br />Not too much each day to look forward to <br />don't have any extra cash for me to go and spend. <br />Make the bed and do some laundry <br />then decide to finsh that book, I hadn't completely read. <br /> <br />Phone calls from freinds...are few and far between <br />all who seem to call these days, are foreign telemarketers! <br />Thank God there's always the promise of tomorrow <br />or what would be the sense of me being here?<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/always-the-promise-of-tomorrow/
