Dawn awakes me.
I brew black tea.
Outside looks calm.
Toast brown bread and cover in jam.
Pet cat meows, stray dog barks.
A peaceful sound comes from tweet tweeting larks.
Drink my tea and eat my toast.
Floating by i see the family ghost.
To it i wave.
For attention it does always crave.
Freshen my body and then it i dress.
I need a barber my hair looks a mess.
Leave the safety of my humble abode.
My mental state i change to work mode.
To you all i have no more to say.
For sure i know you don't want to hear about my mundane work day.
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Author:
Wallace (
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Good write. Before I retired I too used to put on my'work mask' when I went out of the door.
A work mask does help. Ta for comment.
i would much prefer to listen to the sounds of nature and animals then have to go to flipping work lol not that i have a job but yes so much nicer to eat toast and listen to the birds a nice and comforting feel to this piece
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