Before the dawn
when I wake up
and have myself a smoke,
I sit on my couch
while the coffee brews,
and think about my day.
What will I do?
Where will I go?
What needs to be done,
and what can wait?
I make a list
and keep it in my mind
Before the dawn
I take out the dog
I shower and wash my hair
I watch the early news
I do the laundry
and take out the trash
Before the dawn
I think about my life
and worry about my kids
I dwell on the past
and try to focus
on things that really matter
By the time
the dawn breaks,
I pour myself another cup of java
I sit back and reflect
on what life has become
and cry
because none of what I've done matters
02/21/2006
Author's Note: D. Ryan Rhodes provided the inspiration for this poem.
Oh Joan, this is the saddest thing I've ever heard. I'm truly at a loss for what to say. Only two words come to mind. You Matter, You Matter, You Matter, You Matter, You Matter, You Matter, You Matter, You Matter, You Matter, You Matter, You Matter, You Matter. Get the message?
