Tired Sonnet

This is another mediocre sonnet that I wrote on the train going to and from Manhattan.  However, it’s true that I often feel tired in the morning and don’t want to get out of the house, but once I do I have an incredible time and I return home energized.

Sun’s Up!  Get the Heck Out of Bed!

I wake up in the morning, and I’m tired.
I want to eat and go right back to bed.
My energy’s depleted, and my head
Is silty, sodden, saddened and quagmired.
I have no wish to venture out the door.
I don’t know how I’ll make it through the day.
I’d like to toss the rest of life away,
And not see anybody, anymore.
But somehow, something gets me on a train
Which whisks me down the Hudson to New York.
And with some friends I pick up knife and fork
And eat, and yak, and laugh, and quaff champagne.*
So sleeping more’s a dilatory tactic,
A dumb way to delay all that’s fantastic.

– Bruce Ballard

*Actually, prosecco, which is basically Italian champagne.

Photo:  Harriet Davis