The morning sun’s golden glow
Aside I move my quilt with a throw
Awakened by the rooster’s crow
With a jump out of bed I go

Reaching high for my door
Breakfast! Breakfast!
I cry out for

Almost! I trip
My pajamas still too big
But nothing can stop me
Breakfast’s far too important to skip
Eat! Eat! My mother says
Till you no long twin with a twig

The clock has struck
Both hands at twelve
Long I stare with no luck
Impossible this is - it *****
It’d be easier to know how much
Wood a woodchuck could chuck

Bill after bill it’s almost funny
There never seems to be enough money
Never enough time
Never enough dime
This madness is almost a crime

With a sigh of defeat I rise
Another sigh with a stretch
Bloodshot. The only word to describe my eyes
I open my door with a wretch

Late in the day
With every stand I take
The more sincere my grunt
I never knew my back to so ache
What a symptom to confront

Not much to do as I watch the sun fade
With the bills paid
Dinner made
The dog out-played
All the beds made

To the window I move
To watch the sun set
The day’s no longer long with nothing to prove
Age - I suppose - is all in the mindset

Dinner time has come and gone
To bed with me and a yawn
Till tomorrow to see another dawn

Midnight has struck
Both hands at twelve
The tweety bird tells

Back and forth my rocker speaks in creaks
The tea cup I clutch in both hands
The chamomile brings warmth to my cheeks
Many wrinkles cover them like brands

Exhaustion I feel ~ for it’s been a long day
Soon. I will lay down and rest
My fatigue as obvious as my hair is gray
But no regret lies with me
This day has left me very much blessed

For I got to see the sun’s golden glow
I got to hear the rooster’s crow
I found it funny
When there was no money
I got to watch the sun set
And amend my mindset
And now i’ll rest
After so long of being blessed.