I wake up every morning
To the sound of my alarm,
Walk out into the kitchen
Where the coffee's getting warm,
Take my morning vitamins
Then open up the drapes,
Grab a quick banana
Or perhaps a bunch of grapes;
I wash my face and comb my hair
Then put my makeup on,
There's music on the radio -
Sometimes I sing along;
There's no one here to talk to
As I make the rumpled bed,
There's only me to think about
And talk to in my head;
I've gotten pretty good at it
This talking to myself,
So long as I don't answer-
No, that's not good for my health;
I grab my cup of coffee,
Purse and keys and lock the door,
I'm off to earn my living
Like I've done each day before;
And when the day is over
I'll come home and watch TV,
I'll cook a frozen dinner
Since there's no one here but me;
I only cook on holidays
When family comes to visit,
Sometimes I can't remember how
That's not a good thing, is it?
Mostly I enjoy my life
Within my private space,
I come and go the way I choose
With no one on my case;
But there are times I'd love to see
Someone walk through that door,
And say it's time my life has changed -
I'll be alone no more.
10/24/2008
A great poem. everyday life in verse. and projecting a picture as well. thanks for the read.10/10 Regards Dave T
Midnight Rapster...You Go Girl! ! ! ...A lyrical, melodious delight, that poureth from your pen of gold, muir, and commonsense! LOL! Excellent piece of work, Linda... This flows fast & smooooooth, as white water rafting, before the rocks & cliff-drop.....You keep on talkin'-2- yirself, Midnight, so long as the outcome iz output like this! Frankie J./FjR (((((((2008)))))))
wow! it feels so realistic well done keep writing :) i love all of your poems .xx. cat.xx.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. Whatever be our routine, so hackneyed, we need someone to talk to, someone to come into our life......good musings on mechanical life patterns.