Zelda’s Cookie Video

Zelda’s video

 

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Before the Sun

This is for all of us who wake and leave for work before the sun wakes.  I am not a morning person, so why did I become a teacher. :/ Good thing I love my job!

 

The alarm rings in my ear.

The morning light is still so far away.

I pull my covers over my head and groan.

Another day the same as the rest.

The smell of coffee fills the air.

The warm shower meets me with another groan.

 

 

I drive to work the moon greets me for,

The sun has not awoken yet.

Same roads each day,

I sip my coffee as I drive.

Driving in silence as I try to wake.

 

Each morning more of the same.

 

The alarm rings in my ear.

The morning light is still so far away.

I pull my covers over my head and groan.

Another day the same as the rest.

The smell of coffee fills the air.

The warm shower meets me with another groan.

 

I drive to work the moon greets me for,

The sun has not awoken yet.

I sip my coffee as I drive,

Driving in silence as I try to wake.

 

Each morning more of the same.

 

The alarm rings in my ear.

The morning light is still so far away.

I pull my covers over my head and groan.

Another day the same as the rest.

The smell of coffee fills the air.

The warm shower meets me with another groan.

 

I must face today another day.

The Push

I push people

Sometimes, I push them too hard

To succeed and be better

To excel and be mindful

But what does it bring?

 

They might say I annoy them

I’m a  stress and a bother

 

Am a fly on the wall?

Buzzing around you?

Being swatted at and splattered

As if I am nothing at all?

 

Pushed away until I am nothing?

Pushed away until you need me

But that is no friendship at all?

 

Am I the ant you step on?

And scrape off your soul?

But what of that soul?

As if I am nothing at all?

 

I push people to create

To dream and overcome

I wanted you to be your best

For that is the quest of a friend

 

But you looked at me as a bother

And pushed me away until

I had nothing to give

And I nothing you wanted.

And that is not friendship at all

 

When do you stop pushing?

That is the hardest thing!

Will you be alone and forgotten?

Ignored and erased?

Or simply alone