Early morning, dark and dreary,
my bones are tired, my mind is weary.
Been up all night for my day of work,
now I'm greeting people with a playful smirk.
A coffee for her, some smokes for him,
I can feel my smirk become a grin.
They come and go at their own pace,
some sluggish and slow, others like they're in a race.
The movement's constant in my little store
and though I ache, I yearn for more,
for to touch a life, though briefly, true,
can brighten any day, when I'm feeling blue.
No comments:
Post a Comment