Whatever Shall Come Poem by Edwina Reizer

I drink my coffee early in the morn
and await what the day will bring.
The not knowing or planning ahead
is always an anxious thing.
But whatever shall come I tend to think
is what I'm sure I need.
I approach each hour thoughtfully
and slowly I proceed.

Will this be the same as yesterday?
I really hope it's not.
For to repeat the same old, same old
makes me think I've got
no new adventures to excite me,
no new people to meet,
no new adventures to lure me,
no new problems to defeat.

So I drink my coffee slowly
and anticipate my day
with the hope of no routine
for that's monotony's way.
That would send my spirits down.
I'd like to kick my heels up.
I'd like to do the town.
But that s for dreamers
and maybe that is me.
And as the minutes tick away
I guess what will be, will be.