Every morning as I rise
I try to set, to harmonize
What I want and what I should
Do for me, something good?
Everyone I think, agrees
Some even take their knee
Praying for the day to shine
To be wonderful, sublime.
But starting out is where
My routine begins to err.
Look in the mirror, doesn’t help
Am I that old? I almost yelp!
“Yep”, the nasty Queen’s image said
“Tires are old, need a retread!”
After that the coffee grinds
Substance that my stomach minds
Nevertheless, I drink the cup
Text the fam to see what’s up
Not a thing to hurry for.
Open the drapes, look out the door
Another hot day, nothing more.
The Bag Lady 
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