ICY MORNING
Slipping down the stairs, almost falling
Phone is ringing, someone is calling
Of course, it had to be a wrong number
As I drive to work, awaking from my slumber
Thoughts of dreams from last night
Dreams of having a sword and a big fight
The same dreams that I always seem to have
Being cautious of the icy roads down the ave
Thick fog covers all, can only see a few feet ahead
Hoping I make it there in one piece and not end up dead
I make it here and it's gloomy and dark
Taking baby steps in this ice rink of a park
Running up the stairs, now I'm finally here Another day of work begins and I face it without fear.
©2014 Darryl Mouzone
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