A Productive Day

Accidental Poet


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


Copyright © Accidental Poet 2016

  • Author: Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 6th, 2017 03:49
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • myself and me

    congratulations on a productive day, early bird.

    • Accidental Poet

      Yes, a productive it's been. Thanks m&m

    • Goldfinch60

      It is always good to go home after a productive day. Good write.

      • Accidental Poet

        Yes Goldie. And once I'm home I can relax here on MPS. Thanks for your reading and complimenting.

      • Anna Marg

        Getting out of bed in the morning is allways hard but nothing is better than that feeling of accomplishment after a productive day!

        • Accidental Poet

          Yes, looking back on the day I can smile at knowing I earned my pay.

        • orchidee

          A fine write AP.

          • Accidental Poet

            Thanks orchi, sorry I didn't have time to swoon today. But I thought of you swooning.

            • orchidee

              Thanks AP. Yes, me swooning. Me days are horribly un-productive now. I'm tied to a ball and chain, probably for ever! lol.

            • FredPeyer

              I just love the way your poem starts! I too am a slow starter, but like a freight train, once I am moving there is no stopping!
              Your excellent poem is such a good reminder of why we are getting out of bed in the first place!

              • Accidental Poet

                Yep, once we get rollin' and put the ball in play the game is on. Thanks Fred.

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