Boiling

Boiling

 

Boiling

As the eggs

Are gently dropped in

And bread is set to toast

It's morning now

Though he'd rather be asleep

 

But the day awaits

No more dreaming time

For there is work

That he must do

 

There will be time enough

Yet again

For the dreaming when

But realer then

And not borrowed

Like now it was

 

Boiling

As the eggs

Are gently dropped in

He knows he has

Little more

Than time enough

To eat and ready self

Before the drudgery

Is his again

 

So not as he dreamed

But life as it is

For most of everyone

 

Charles Petrie

 

One word Poetry, a hiot and miss affair, I think this one is mostly hit. I'd ask what yout think, but...I am here in all but silence. Oh well...I still like coming here.

Tomorrow.