The chirping birds
Signal a new dawn;
I turn over in bed
As the radio switches on.
It's a day of rest
My body knows it's Sunday,
My mind refuses to wake
It's no work, all play.
I'm entitled to sleep in
And roll a little longer,
A luxury on workdays
Needed for aches that linger.
Sunrays hit my eyelids
Light that's blinding,
Raises the room's heat
Get up, no more hiding.
*Photo by Ivan Oboleninov from Pexels
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