Alarm goes of 45 minutes later than before
Yet rolling over even seems more difficult to endure
Aching from excessive exercise in every muscle
Yet static most of the day no hustle or bustle
Kids have not stirred, got to move and be Dad
They need to have breakfast, more sugary cereal to be had
Annabelle already on her iPad staring at the ever illuminated screen
Constance tired an grumpy she was up late it would seem
Try to coax them up, they have class zooms in half an hour
Turns in to shouting within seconds as the girls have all the power.
Don’t eat too much breakfast, your weight is piling on
But you know it is the red wine every night, as your head begins to throng
More shouting, girls not moving, fighting for the last bit of bread
You need to work, the pressure is building in your exhausted head
You log into the school system dreading the maths work for the day
There is complex fractions, there is another melt down on the way
You print off work, then retire to your screen with your tea
Work is looming ahead, let’s hope businesses to open for me
I know the above can be changed if I make the effort to find the shrinks light
I know the virus will lose, as the vaccine takes up the fight
But most of all I think we just need something to look forward to please Lord.
Because I am fine, my family is well… selfishly I am just incredibly bored.
Poem By Rory Gibson.