[Image sourced from drinkcoffee.com]
A morning chill that a tighter grasp of
blankets demands, toes wriggling, relaxed and
nestled safe from cares that await rising,
planting his feet on floor – so cold – to start
the long day, cloaked in fine clothes, yet feeling
a beggar inside, mental hands proffered
in asking, in grasping for funds; also
approval. Who needs not recognition?
So demeaning. Better he stay bound in
blankets warm, neck supported against a
pillow soft (near understanding). Who would
give this comfort up for stale coffee and
drier pastries? Better to remain at
home: own boss. He yawns and starts the same day.
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2015]