7 A.M.
7 A.M.
by Danny C. WashI can’t get up from here.
I’m frozen to this bed I fear.
I know I should arise right now
but my body will not so allow.
Today I have many duties to attend.
They all are hard and not my friend.
I would like to just go away from it all
to run and play and have a ball.
But I must get up and go to work.
I have many responsibilities I cannot shirk.
There are many worries that I may find
at 7 a.m. will enter into my tired mind.
None of these fleeting thoughts are real
even though at 7 a.m. they may so feel.
I will ignore them all & jump up from bed.
Perhaps the best of my life is just ahead.