The cursed clock rings out
I, unwilling, fight it
I drag it on before admitting defeat
The clock is right.
I roll out of bed
Tired feet hit the ground and give way to
Tired legs, hips and back
The first minutes of my day aching,
Wondering why I left the bed.
From the moment I get up
I dream of that bed and
Curse the stiffness and pain.
I push on, forcing myself not to think about it
Not to think about me
Just get through the next task.
After you do this, you can stretch
After you do this, you can lay down
After you do this, you can get up and move.
Task by task I lumber on
All Day Long.
I always promise myself rest
The clock always disagrees.