The First Day

The day is done, it’s time for bed,

for once my head

is free of dust,

but sleep I must.

The dog still wakes me up at four,

she paws the door,

my legs are stiff,

the stairs a cliff.

A morning coffee helps my mood,

though I want food,

I wait awhile,

I try to smile.

 

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