I get up.
One more morning
roll my stiff back
out of bed with
good intentions.
Every day I try again
intending to accomplish
and almost but
not quite get things done.
So many things
left to do and
me not knowing
how much time is left.
I get up.
A sparrow outside
carries 3 twigs at a time
building something
seemingly impossible
while I pull myself
together and once again
work at something and
it seems to me
there are too many
new things I want
to do with not enough
energy and talent, but still
I straighten my back,
step forward and
one more time
I get up.
