Poem

 

The morning sun begins to gleam,

I wake up to a lovely dream.

I stretch my arms and start the day,

And wash the sleepiness away.

I brew the coffee, rich and hot,

But then forget the thing I sought.

I walk into the kitchen space,

And stare blankly at the place.

"Why am I here?" I ask the wall,

I cannot seem to quite recall.

Was it for toast? Or for a spoon?

I guess I’ll find out around noon.

But through the blanks and little slips,

A smile finds its way to lips.

Life doesn't need a perfect plan,

Just do the very best you can!