I awoke on this day tired and sore,
like every Monday that came before.
Got my coffee down my throat,
it's cold this day needs a coat.
A chill in the air to start the day,
physical training out of the way,
now I sit and joyfully read,
poems for the inspiration I need,
to face the drive I must take.
Now off to work for money to make.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry brain dump. Have a great day.
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Comments2
The ritual of daily living put to verse. I feel that I have been there. Well done
Excellent write
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