The sun is shining brightly
The birds are singing loudly,
It’s the dawn of a new day
My cats are purring proudly.
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I’ve a busy day today
But I’ve awoken smiling,
Spreadsheets are my future
A full day of reconciling.
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My heart is feeling full
My dreams playing out,
If you need me all
Just give me a shout.
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I’ll have company soon
As I work at home today,
My oldest son joins me
But it’s all work no play.
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A busy ten odd hours
Of numbers on a screen,
My mind wandering
I’ll need my caffeine.
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Hump day is now over
I’m on the downhill slide,
The weekend relaxing
The music amplified.
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Three days of freedom
Then back to the grind,
Wash, rinse and repeat
For the rest of a lifetime.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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