Into The Morning Poem by John Carter Brown

Into the morning rhythm now
The key is out the lock;
The kettle's bravely boiling
As I glance up at the clock;
I cannot find the tea-bags
So coffee make instead,
Half wondering why I've bothered
To stir myself from bed.

Another night is over
The morning calls the shots;
I yawn and stretch and rub my eyes
Whilst joining up the dots;
Today will be like yesterday
I figure, what's the rush?
I've cleaned my teeth and washed my hair,
Now where the heck's that brush?

Into the morning rhythm, yes,
But feeling still half dead,
Half wondering why I've bothered
To drag myself from bed.

(Written Nov 2013)