Up In The Morn

Up In The Morn

Up in the morn looking for my coffee.
It helps me to open my eyes to see.
It gives strength where I lack and mellows me out.
I am not likely to get anxious and shout.
Because coffee brings the best out of me.

Now I am moving and grooving and starting to be me.
Got my makeup on and I am as pretty as can be.
I am past the stage where I might cast doubt.
Up in the morn.

Not to wake the others, I move out softly
Java, my friend, helps and it's not costly.
My coffee stimulates me, I look about.
I set my morning target, take my route.
Awake I am alive, and willing and free.
Up in the morn.

by Seabreeze 6/17/2013
Rondeau poem: 3 stanzas; scheme
a/a/b/b/a
a/a/b/refrain
a/a/b/b/a/refrain
refrain = first word or first phrase of the first sentence