The moment my alarm goes off
Its hustle
Every minute counts
from bottles to breakfast
I need to find a way to make this easier
yet I’m too tired the night before
to give me the time I need
so in the morning it is
rush, rush, rush
hurry, hurry, hurry
until the evening comes
and I’m too tired once again
to give it the effort it needs
to make my morning easier
so I will do it in the morning when my alarm rings
Wonderful poem! Goes well with the Irish tune.