My Drive to Work

the twitter of the early bird echoes in the dark,

the sun still sleeps

as i sit in the car, the engine roars;

broken silence.

the evening of the night meets the morning of the day as i bounce over the bumpy road

the rough even surface of the coal tar surface continually rumbles under the touch of my tyres

i think of the family i miss, i sing of love,i dream of hope, as i wait the coming of the green lantern

my hands work the wheel

left , right, hold, left, right, hold

i see the office,

i park the car,

i feel the sun,

my day has begun.

Good Morning To You!

the alarm goes off and he groans

he stumbles out of bed and trips and falls

the floor approaches with such speed hes in awe

he hits the floor and is bruised black and blue

he says to himself, 'good morning to you'

he steps into the shower and opens the faucet

he is hit with an icy blast that makes him yelp

he fiddles with the faucet for a little support

it replies with verve, a blast so true

scalded he says to himself, 'good morning to you'

he approaches his office with a scowl on his face

as he opens the door he drops his file

he bends to retrieve the tasks he has set

his head and the door bid each other adieu

he says to himself, 'good morning to you'

behind his desk he laments to himself

and in the distance he hears a shout

joy and enthusiasm abundant in voice

he counted to ten and as if he knew

on the count of ten he heard, 'good morning to you!'