REALLY BAD POEMS







Hope Is What Gets You Out Of Bed Each Morning







A Poem by Paul Dallgas-Frey






Paul Dallgas-Frey






It’s hope that gets you out of bed each morning.

It’s the hope the sun will rise,
- and that your body will too,
without too many aches and pains.

It’s the hope that there will be
a good cup of coffee,
and maybe a nice fresh cinnamon roll,
or at least a good bowl of cereal.

It’s the hope that the air will be fresh,
that you won’t be too hot or too cold,
too wet or too dry.

It’s the hope that maybe today
something good will happen,
something unexpected,
something delightful.
A good peanut butter
and raspberry jam sandwich for lunch, say,
made from the first two slices
from a brand new loaf of bread.

It’s the hope that someone might smile at you,
and think that you are wonderful,
and be glad that you are here.

That’s what gets you up each morning,

and that’s what I don’t seem to have
a whole lot of these days.

...but maybe it is something that I can give.







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Paul Dallgas-Frey