Oh, Work!
by runningwithellen
It’s four o’clock
And I’m awake
I run and run before dawn breaks.
The coffee’s made
The dog is out
My body sighs “Shall we not nap?”
But on I strive to ready lunch
What’s there to eat? Have you no hunch?
I look and look, nothing I see
I fear that I may starve, poor me
For error grave, I have succumbed
And cupboards bare, I am undone!
Ah well, all cheery, smiley me I am
A grand adventure is in store
For me and several others more
Notes to take
Lives to unfold
Tales of winter to be told
Those who found the southern sun
The rest who waited till snow and sun became as one.
I know the calendar still says Spring
But just this morn it was declared
September’s date would soon appear
And so I do begin to wonder
Where did I put my scarf, my hat, my gloves from last December
That casually I tossed aside while dreaming
Of August’s heat and swimming pools
Of days where gin-and-tonics rule.
