Some days are reserved for being good.
Waking early,
eating breakfast,
working hard,
working smart,
scheduled time,
optimised mind.
Never say no, never say die.
no
task too hard,
no
effort comes small,
no
pressure too much,
no
deadline too soon.
I am Atlas in a suit and tie.
Healthy lunch
and not too much coffee either.
Listening, truly listening,
and not waiting for a break
to escape
the flood
vomit
banality
of someone's weekend account.
And then the gymnasium.
God maker,
Greek marble aesthetics.
Put mind,
put body,
put soul
to work in unison grind.
Embody discipline.
All gas, no breaks.
All effort, no thought.
All too much, all too soon.
Some days
are reserved for this.
And those days
are the days
shortly after
and immediately before
those other ones.
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Author:
Kenny O'Donnell (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Just too good!
Appreciated. Thanks for reading and commenting
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. When I took typing in school way back when that is one of the sentences that we had to type. It seems to apply here. Nicely written
Your comments are always welcome Soren. Much appreciated.
You are most welcome
Nicely written.
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