Such A Rush
Poem by Arsiema Berhane
It's mornin', I have to get up.
It's mornin', I hate to get up.
It's mornin', it's gonna be a busy day.
Wake up early, make breakfast,
today's newspaper, gotta check it out,
got to run to the office, to earn a livin'
work like a dog from mornin’ till evenin’,
get back home and call it a day
and I will wish I was somewhere else away
but right now ……
sleeping in ma cozy bed
with a lot of stuff goin’ on in ma head
all I can think is:
what the rush to the sub-way will be
if I don't get up - right now.
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