Poem 11 – Making Bread

Kneading the dough?
What I need is to rise
An early start
But the street cries
The sun is yawning
Ready to hypnotize
Not fully there
I sympathize

‘C’mon, let’s go!’
A time to bake
Why we couldn’t do this
When I’m more awake
Already looking forward
To my first break
Two sugars in my tea
And a big slice of cake

So this is life
I’m making bread
To spend and survive
Before I am dead
Until my short eulogy
Is read
But for now
I’m needing the bread


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