The long day begins with alarms and the sun
The mind isn't ready but the day has begun
Brewing of the coffee sets the long day in motion
Whistful and restless you bus past the ocean
Gray halls and gray walls when parking is through
Gray desks and gray chairs calling, welcoming you
Three or four hours in one gray spot you spend
A gray laptop the friend on whom you depend
Distractions are endles, the summer sun calls
She whispers goodbye as she silently falls
The day almost over you whistfully gaze
Hoping magical summer will save you from
the long gray days....
6-15-06
Brewing of the coffee sets the long day in motion
Whistful and restless you bus past the ocean
Gray halls and gray walls when parking is through
Gray desks and gray chairs calling, welcoming you
Three or four hours in one gray spot you spend
A gray laptop the friend on whom you depend
Distractions are endles, the summer sun calls
She whispers goodbye as she silently falls
The day almost over you whistfully gaze
Hoping magical summer will save you from
the long gray days....
6-15-06
2 comments:
OH SO TRUE!! i love this. you are quite the poet, roommate.
I think that's the best poem ever!
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