Sleep and Work Shenanigans

Dizzy with sleep, he wakes at two.

Breakfast and some irn bru

To chase the sandman from his eyes.

Then on the couch, a little lie

To gather strength to start the day

That’s almost done and gone away.

A shake or two, he’s feeling better,

Opens mail, for him, a letter.

A job, you say, to start at nine?

Oh God, you moan, well, that’s not fine,

Awaking with the birds at dawn,

Not something you can depend upon.

A night-shift would be better, true.

Teenage biorhythms grew

To such extent that day is night

And night is when your mind takes flight.

So, what’s the choice? There isn’t one.

Welcome to my world, my son.

Up in the morning, work all day,

Then off to bed, take time to pray.

Set alarm and don’t be late,

Bosses don’t appreciate

Sleepy headed, idle teens

Who float through day in slumber’s dreams.

A little while and you’ll adjust.

It’s called growing up and so you must

Arise and work and earn your way.

Just think, some effort, then they pay

A pound, a few, it’s not a lot

But that’s the way life chose the plot,

Work and sleep and play some too,

Work some more, to plan and do.

Such a message to take in.

Don’t put that letter in the bin!

You start it, when? Oh, late next week.

Well, off to bed, a shock needs sleep.

When later you are full awake,

Your mind’s had time to assimilate

The hardest fact that life will give;

You have to work to earn to live.

Snap!

Twenty-six years is a snap.

Half of my life is a snap.

Snap! Snap! Say it quickly.

Years flash by just like that.

 

Now, half of my life I’ve been married,

The other half, where did it go?

I remember it all like yesterday.

Yet, it’s half my lifetime ago.

 

The last twenty-six is a blur,

Made of loving and children and hope,

But, it’s flown by so quickly without me.

It’s recorded mostly in note.

 

More than half of my life is gone

In a snap, two times twenty-six years.

If the rest is as speedy as that was

I’ll be reflecting only with tears

 

For all of the times that I wasted

All the occasions I lost in despair.

For my failures, regrets and confusions.

All the times when I was not fully there.

 

The rest of my life is before me,

All of those days lie ahead.

If God grants me more time to live them,

I’ll count the minutes and hours instead.

Celebrate. Good Times. Come on.

Well, it is officially past the witching hour here in Bonnie Scotland so it is now July 4th.

So to all who are celebrating this day, may I wish you –

Happy Independence Day!

Have a great one.   Image

Cheers!x Connie, this is especially for you and yours. And to all the McVey/McCloy Clan out there!x