Morning

 

MORNING

By Christopher Ozdarski

 

When the bell rings, off I’ll go.

Have to work to make some dough.

The almighty dollar makes me salivate,

Because ‘they’ get so mad when I pay my bills late.

 

‘They’ – ‘they’ are the ones!

For them I sacrifice fun for funds.

Like a dog I toil, day in and day out.

But is it all worth it?  I’m starting to doubt.

 

What’s the point of having if there’s no time to enjoy?

Why burn yourself out to get a new toy?

The ‘thems’ and the ‘theys’ – it’s not really their fault.

My own spending habits are what I need to assault.

 

And what about work?  I think it’s time for a change.

A more rewarding job is what I need to arrange.

The time to reflect has finally arrived.

So far my life sucks.  I’m lucky to have survived!

 

I know what I’ll do.  I’m chucking it all.

The house, the car, the chain and the ball.

My day to day budget can be expecting big cuts.

All I really need is a grass hut and some coconuts.

 

No computer, no phones, not traffic, no bosses.

No worries of recession or capital losses.

Yes.  That’s it.  That’s what I’ll do.

But…  Where to begin?  I haven’t a clue.

 

Wait, wait, wait.  Perhaps I’m going to extremes.

My life isn’t as bad as sometimes it seems.

I have my health, my family, my friends.

I guess I just need to fix some loose ends.

 

They say each day is the first of the rest.

A few minor changes may really be what’s best.

My life on this earth is no living hell.

Oh damn.  There goes that bell.

 

© 1997