Oh joy, the sun is up, it's time to rise,
To greet the day with yawns and bleary eyes.
Birds are chirping, what a lovely sound,
As I stumble and trip on the clutter around.
Morning's glory, oh, it shines so bright,
Flooding the room with its harsh, cruel light.
The coffee's weak, the toast is burnt,
Another day of lessons yet to be learnt.
Fresh air and dew, such a splendid start,
While I battle my alarm with all my heart.
The world awakens with zest and cheer,
As I groan and grumble, “Why am I here?”
The new day's a gift, or so they say,
Wrapped in chores and bills to pay.
So here’s to mornings, bright and fair,
I’ll toast to you with my vacant stare.
So, with a dramatic sigh and an eye roll, a new day kicks off, brimming with sarcasm and a mandatory coffee infusion, as I gear up to tackle the delightful ordeal of beginning all over again. Maybe I should have titled the poem "Rise and Wine"
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