Today is another day in September morning and the mark of the middle of the month approaches
It is 5am, and the morning dew has yet to fall
I see the darkness mourning the approach of day light, just as we humans do
I hear the sound of the coffee pot stirring, feeling the roam with aromas of all sorts
I smell the eggs sizzling on the pan, and the smell of toasting bread warms me
I taste the air hoping for the food to finish quickly
I wonder on whether the weather will be kind to me today, and coordinate with my outfit
I want this day to be over already, though I know it has just started
I need to brush my teeth, but I must wait until the food has settled
I have my house keys, and my homework from the night before
I know that I must succeed my family's expectations, and make an image they'll be proud of
Tomorrow will be another day in September that will be completely different from today
No comments:
Post a Comment