It is 5 in the morning…

Rise and shine

It is five in the morning, the town wakes up…

Brother brings my coffee cup,
Sister helps me make the bed
Mother helps me toast my bread.

I take a walk and take the train-
It’s all a matter of routine.
I carry Red Bull on my back
To make up for the pep I lack.

Brother has gone back to bed,
Sister goes to the gym instead
Mother has been long retired
I work for the sake of not being fired.

I wished to start a business once
It hasn’t been all that long since
And I could get excited then
While learning a new skill or ten.

It’s nine at night and the town winds down,
And all the anxious workers yawn,
Brother, sister, mother and I
Play cards and eat some blueberry pie.

*This poem was written for The Writer’s Cramp, a daily contest. Today’s prompt was to write something with the title, “It is five in the morning, the town wakes up.” I could not fit all of this in the title block due to the 40 character title limit.