Life | Poetry
Waiting for Breakfast At 9:20 AM
Its 9 am, and I write to express
a day full of dreams and hopes filled with zest
Aching to read, eat and implore the reader’s digest
breakfast is being made, tea is served
I’m writing while I wait, as my meal is being cooked
a fascination is brewing, of what I might digress
Purpose to etch, and people to drive
a wonderous sentiment, I believe is to write
A hope to instill, and hearts to admire
no wonder, it’s bliss as I write to impress
The one reading this, I surely can jest
as I take a step back, hold down my brake
Stopping my expression, to enjoy my day’s meal
I hope it can suffice, pondering as I take a tea sip
Thank you for reading. Peace.
