Too late

//Too late

Too late

I woke up too late this morning.
I have to lift my game
And find what my Oprah Winfrey passion is,
Silence my mind like Ekhart Tolle,
Plan my day like Tony Robbins,
Eat like Jenny Craig,
Run like Dick Quax,
Succeed like Ritchie McCawe,
Relax like Suzuki,
Laugh like John Clarke
And look after my health like Chopra.

I woke up too late this morning,
Then I ate chocolate with my coffee,
Showered too long,
Had cheese with toast,
Surfed the net,
Got a lift to work instead of walking,
And moaned about the cold.
And I still don’t feel the need
To be anyone else.

By | 2018-06-08T20:51:10+00:00 June 8th, 2018|Poetry|0 Comments

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