Mornings used to be easier...

The sun is raising 

The birds are chirping

The pancake and eggs are their 

You tell me to go to sleep, I would not care.

 

The sun is rising

The alarm is ringing

I have no time to do my hair

I have to go buy my own eggs 

and remind myself to go to bed.

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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