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Another Day

Epiphany at Tiffany's
Breakfast in bed
C'mon sleepy head
Face what you dred
Wake up the children
Shake, rattle and roll
Don't miss the bus
You'll be late for school
Pull on my boots
Made for working in the cold
Hands getting splinters
Face is getting old
Pull off the layers
Coffee in hand
Forget all my cares
Go by the plans
Precision and skill
Perfection complete
Kind of getting hungry
Don't know what to eat
Wonder if I'll make it
Get home in time
Kids off the bus
In bed by nine
Sit back in the chair
Television on
Channel five news
The world's coming undone
Mysteries of history
Play in my mind
Is the hourglass half empty
Are we the sands of time
We tumble along
One after the other
From mother to Earth
Me calling you brother
I shake from the nod
Television off
A sniffle from my nose
Smoker's lung cough
Pull back the covers
Back to my dream
Epiphany at Tiffany's
Whatever does it mean
Medinda
Written by Medinda
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Author's Note
I penned this long ago when my kids were just starting school and I began learning the art and skills of carpentry.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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