Watching the grey dawn break,
Slow, and half-opaque.
Wondering if sunshine lies ahead,
Grimacing, I pull myself out of bed.
Another week flew by with impatient haste.
Trying my patience, and, chiding me to be chaste.
So much to do, and, so very little time to wait;
Perhaps, sane things come to those who don’t fret.
***Monday Poetry PotLuck Do check these folks out for some interesting reads. The theme was Rules, Regulations and Laws…this strictly doesn’t fall into either, partly because I find that defying rules come easier to me than obeying them. Nevertheless, this is a pun on a sporting practice that I think can be used as a thumb-rule of life.