Sun Is Up, Coffee's Hot Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Sun is up, coffee's hot,
a roll and fruit just hits the spot.
I read the paper, check the mail
before I sail into life's big sea;
each day's routine is monotony.

Years have passed, left me in a haze;
long days when reality screams
have drowned the memories
of my youthful dreams.

I drag myself home at end of day,
with a sigh of relief, I can stay
in my castle, my little retreat,
kick off my shoes and put up my feet.

And reflection brings me little sorrow;
I'm too damn tired to change tomorrow
when the sun is up, and the coffee’s hot,
and that roll and fruit just hits the spot.