Morning Routine

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    Morning Routine

    Waking in the morning is so hard to do.
    I hear the big shoes clonking around,
    I notice the beams sneak past the draperies.
    My bladder screams at me "I need relief!"
    But my mind says "NO, I want to sleep"

    My bladder wins the battle.

    Taking off the blankets is absolute torture.
    Goosebumps amidst my skin I run quickly,
    To the bathroom where the tile freezes my feet.
    I sit on the toilet that chills my once warm rear,
    Am I using the bathroom? My mind isn't clear.

    No worries it was the toilet.

    The walk back to bed is so much nicer.
    I can feel the warmth of my blankets,
    Aware of the comfort my pillow will bring.
    But today is a new day and I'm already awake,
    The advantage is here, and is all mine to take.

    My bladder knows best.

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    Bladebearer commented on Morning Routine

    03-06-2009

    I know how that goes.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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