Waking Up Early

Do you ever wake up early
And forget what day it is?

Trying to shake dream dust
Out of my mind and eyes,
I think it is Saturday.

Then, as I stumble to
The restroom,
I suddenly know
It’s Thursday instead.

As I make my coffee,
My little dog happily,
Sleepily goes outside.

I don’t think he ever
Cares what day it is.
To him,
Every day is…
A good one.

Perhaps I should
Follow his philosophy,
Erase confusion,
And only know
Or care that,

Every day,
With God by my side,
Is a good one.

Elaine W. Lane, 1/9/14

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