Preparations Poem by shimon weinroth

I always get up before, the alarm clock
a bag full of nerves, expectations and doubt
worried I might foget, keys, wallet, phone
pocket computer, wrist watch etc. and etcetera

let the dog out, food for the cat, feed the fish
flip the hot water switch, turn on the kettle
coffee to settle nervs, pills and vitamins
murmuring calm down, calm down

showered and shaved, nerves more behaved
still my feet carry me back and forth
squeaking what did I forget,

every day new horizons full of excitements
and a talent not to be late,
on arrival I stand in line, have to wait
wonder the purpose is serves

to come so early