The coffee is brewing, the dog is awake, my partner rolls over and gives me a shake.
Five more minute is what I have, just leave me alone and let me fake.
I know time is passing, it inevitable does,
but five more minutes till he gives me his buzz.
Who knows what will happen before the day will start,
Maybe, just maybe, the Red Sea will part.
As fate always has it, Old Man Time has his way.
My five minutes are over, and on goes my day.
I get my hot coffee, it tastes good going down,
Out goes Rover, and off comes my gown.
The clothes that I chose the night before,
Look like they belong to someone whose poor.
I turn on the radio, the news is a bore,
But once again, I walk out my front door.
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