The Day

Hustle, Hurry! The Day has begun.

Stop!

Look, you forgot to shave!

Rush, even faster, you are getting behind.

Water, soap, towel...

Wet, was, dry...

Wake Up!

Tic, Toc, tic, toc.

The clock chimes half past the hour.

Out the door to a cold car, but no time to waste.

One block, two blocks, and then stop, the light is RED.

Hurry, turn Green.

Park? Where?

Finally a parking spot...

Clock in with a few minutes to spare.

Work, work, and more work...

Lunch...Yeah.

Work, work, and more work.

Tic, Toc, tic, toc.

The clock chimes half past the hour.

Out the door to a cold car, but no time to waste.

One block, two blocks, and then stop, the light is RED.

Hurry, turn Green.

Park...Finally Home.



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