outside's as black as coal
must leave my pit, my hole
another typical winter's day
with too many bills to pay
consider skiving, take day off
phone work, pretentious cough
important meeting, just great!
shouldn't even get in too late
drag myself from enticing bed
body's moving, brain is dead
mood's evil with spirit mean
functions ceased, crave caffeine
toward bleak darkness drive
lose fuzziness, clear head strive
gradually waken to Ozzy screech
until work eventually reach
beyond heavy clouds sun may rise
others see, give its prize
here another full day passed by
distant memory, a bright sky
to maintain the dreary norm
hometime brings another storm
mirroring morning's hated journ
darkness masks my drab return
near drained of ability to cope
only future seasons offers hope
of warm road and bright sunny day
of roaring motorbike and fast play
fight chill and evening shiver
try hot whisky and ruined liver
roaring fire, yet body still cold
couldn't be that I'm just too old!
Geez wish I still had mine...but son made a good job sending it to the scrapyard!! Somer is here and all I can do now is sit and write poetry instead of taking a spin on my bike and let the wind clear my mogged brain!!
Now I am feeling the chill too....!!
Love Tinka