Still dark, still and dark.
Warm and toasty in the sheets
on this chill autumn morn.

Welcome aroma of coffee.
Looking back from the mirror,
one older than he should be,
younger than he feels.

The day calls with her demands.
Careful plans go unfinished
as the day has her way.

Rushing here and there,
no time to waste!
Answer the phone, again.
The day sets a grueling pace.

The road home comes too soon,
too many things left undone.
Layout tomorrow’s plan.

Tomorrow peeks over your shoulder
and chuckles to herself.
She has other plans for you.
Silly man.