A poem for the morning

As I stumble for my coffee

I close the door on my troubles

I need to take away my foot

And open on the double

My mind is full of wit and why

I ask what is the wonder

Of the morning and its gloom

And see my mind is shuttered

I pull the blinds and ask for day

Light to come through the winder

And find no trouble with my food

But see the good is fonder

Of the while that opens me

To all the ask and one I see

That that’s the cookie crumble.

As the cookie crumbles You say?

I can’t believe it matters

They fall right in and soon I sop

The goo from right thereunder.

BCDFM

COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders 2020