The Early Riser
Early Riser,yet slow to wake.
With cold water filled hands,
Still remaining sleep,I shake.
With little reserved energy,
I choose what to dress,
to keep up appearances,
for a day undoubtedly,
full of stress.
Bound to this duty,
Charged with this deed.
For I would not do it, Truly.
If i were not in need.
Though the years have made me worthy,
to do my work with pride.
The work would feel no worry,
were tomorrow i have died.
Should life take it's toll,
Then quickly I will tire.
At which time I fill my Bowl
and confide to my Briar.
In a cloud of sweet smoke,
I blow my stress away.
Savoring every toke,
Till rise again next day.
Early Riser,yet slow to wake.
With cold water filled hands,
Still remaining sleep,I shake.
With little reserved energy,
I choose what to dress,
to keep up appearances,
for a day undoubtedly,
full of stress.
Bound to this duty,
Charged with this deed.
For I would not do it, Truly.
If i were not in need.
Though the years have made me worthy,
to do my work with pride.
The work would feel no worry,
were tomorrow i have died.
Should life take it's toll,
Then quickly I will tire.
At which time I fill my Bowl
and confide to my Briar.
In a cloud of sweet smoke,
I blow my stress away.
Savoring every toke,
Till rise again next day.
