A day full of clutter
and clamor and rush.
Alarms and commuting,
Face wash and toothbrush.
There’s no time to waste,
And my head’s full of worry.
Can’t find anything! Running late!
Gotta scurry!
But how did that happen?
I set the alarm.
Gonna quit and cash out.
Go away. Buy a farm.
And now on the road,
all these jerks in my way…
It’s a horrible start
to a terrible day!
Slow down, says a voice
somewhere deep in my head,
for one day, it’s ‘Bye, morning.’
It’s over. You’re dead.
Take time, watch the sunrise
in fiery gold hue,
with a cadre of clouds
in a sky bright and blue.
And quiet your heart and your mind
for the day,
A peaceful, ‘Bye, morning.’
is what you should say.
And though there are some days
I still wake up mad,
I still say, ‘Bye, morning.’
And it’s not so bad.
