A Poem From My Past

On a cool no forget that cold January morning, I awoke to sound of the alarm. Tears on my pillowcase and smile that lost it's charm. I struggled to fight through a headache, I struggled with every breath I take. Open the garage and a chill runs up my spine, jack frost has done it again this time. The cars is started and im back inside. It's the only place I know where to hide. Back in bed next to my baby. Her body warmth is what will save me
I glance at the clock and I know it's time to go, I give her a kiss but she just says no. she don't want me to go out in the cold as much I don't want to feel old. But its something I have to do, no matter when, where or with who. Trudging through the snow I get to my door, my mind is alive but my body is sore. Get in the car and get on my way, off to start another horrible day.
Sitting in my cubicle thinking about something to eat, saying hello to all the nice folks I meet. Smiling slightly as I peer above a cockeyed smile. I haven't enjoyed daily life in awhile. But I have so much to look forward to, a baby, the future and summer's morning dew. But I cant remember that stuff when im feeling down, sometimes I find it hard to smile while stuck in this town.
The day of work is over and I can go home, now I can smile for awhile cause I don't have to roam. I can kick my feet if for only a minute, at least I know the game and Im not the only one in it. You see my baby's waiting for me to arrive, the touch of her skin makes me feel alive. So I prance as I walk through the door, let out a sigh and throw my coat to the floor.
Of course she's got a list of chores for me to do, they seem to be the same everyday nothing new. Take out the garbage, straighten the house, change the litter box and get rid of the dead mouse. I actually love the chores I do everyday, cause it keeps me within the fray. After there done we lie together on the floor, go to bed and get ready for more.
Just a typical day in the life of baron, a little story I felt like sharing. Sooner or later this will be history, and why I was so upset will be a mystery. Cause life evolves every single day, sometimes you show your emotions, sometimes you keep them at bay. But no matter what you do what you gotta do, and always remember to smile and to yourself be true.






Poem is entitled “A Day in the Life of Baron” written in November 2007 it's kind of self explaining so i wont dabble to much or take to much of your time to explain a poem that explains itself. good day