AB (March 10,1920 / Asmara, Eritrea)

Such A Rush

It's mornin', I have to get up.
It's mornin', I hate to get up.
It's mornin', it's gonna be a busy day.

Wake up early, make breakfast,
today's newspaper, gotta check it out,
got to run to the office, to earn a livin'
work like a dog from mornin’ till evenin’,
get back home and call it a day
and I will wish I was somewhere else away
but right now ……
sleeping in ma cozy bed
with a lot of stuff goin’ on in ma head
all I can think is:
what the rush to the sub-way will be
if I don't get up - right now.


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Comments (6)

One's day can get so busy and become so hectic that it's hard to keep up with plans, much less the unexpected. Your poem really states the truth of the matter.
A rush of a poem, indeed. I thoroughly enjoyed this. The words hurry us off to - reflection. - Will
This is coooool! I could here it being performed as a rap piece. Really like the way you switched scenes and then back in your cosy bed at the end. Love Gyp's
the universal task put bread on the table here given inner meaning the details so real and true a fine poem
Good poem, Arsiema. The accumulation of short staccato phrases and sentences piled one upon the other perfectly convey that sense of breathless haste that accompanies the morning rush to work. Very well done.
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