Now we’re getting somewhere

the lighter it gets the brighter it becomes,
not so dull now so I pull off the face mask
and ask for some coffee.

It is not the best of days
but it is the best in other ways
she says,
‘you know where the coffee is’

when later arrives
and the sleep’s out of my eyes
and I can see straight
I’ll get out of bed,
not too late.

But Sunday is a day of rest
unless you’re married and
she knows best

and I can be a pest
at times.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.