Accidental Poet

A Productive Day

Startled from sound sleep

My morning alarm on time

A slow exit from bed

My awake state drags behind

I feel the pull

Of a warm and comfy bed

It says, “Come back you work dog”

“Come back and rest your head”

But reluctantly

I must resist

For a productive day waits

And the rising sun persists

Breath in, breath out

One foot in front of the other

Look to the left and right

Steer myself like a rudder

Now I’m on my way

Too late for turning back

Just keep repeating

I’ve gotta stay on this track

So on to the work day

We’re in the groove

Like a well oiled machine

Everything running smooth

Suddenly a catastrophe

The shit hits the fan

Somebody dropped the ball

And we’ll fix it if we can

A shift here

And a change there

A quick fix complete

Now a smile everyone wears

And before long

Days end in sight

I love a productive day

But home feels oh so right

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