Thursday, June 15, 2006

The long day is gray



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

2 comments:

Shelly said...

OH SO TRUE!! i love this. you are quite the poet, roommate.

ET said...

I think that's the best poem ever!