Waking early in the morning
When sleep seems to have ended.
There in the lonlyness of my room.
I try to write a poem, but to no avail.
Let my sleepy eyes awaken,
And ponder the love in my heart.
For though I am old, I'm not done yet.
I have to have a laugh at my thoughts.
I live in the quiet of my room,
And watch the old TV
I would be lost without it,
Seeing other peoples problems.
Love ya!
Jane