Daily Poem by Gary Nightingale

Daily, did the sun still rise
And bring the light into my eyes,
Daily did the milkman call,
Then breakfasting began for all,
Daily did the water boil,
The shower taken before the toil,
Daily did the train run late,
And then my boss, he did berate.

Daily did the Midday come,
Food was taken into my tum,
Daily did the email ping,
Another joke, another thing,
Daily did the work come through,
Just to make my life feel blue,
Daily did I knock off early,
Security guard looked at me curtly.

Daily did I ride back home,
And let my mind begin to roam,
Daily did the cork go pop,
Another wine to make it stop,
Daily did the telly blare,
And in the armchair I did stare,
Daily did the sun still set,
Alone in bed awake, I'd fret.

And now the daily comes no more,
I wonder what it was all for.
For as I look upon this lid,
A wasted life, I think I did
Routine was there in great abound,
Even though it got me down,
So greet each day and take it gaily,
Make it happy, and make it daily.

Gary Nightingale