I give up before I get up

This is a poem about being a loser. Having no job, living with your mother and wasting every blessed day.

Tomorrow is the day

The day is tomorrow

Tomorrow is when I give up all of my sorrow

It was suppose to be today

Today was the day

But when the coffee's all drained away

My forgiving bed is where I'll stay

But today just won't last

So don't be so crass

Because tomorrow is a day that has not passed

A brand new day to fly my mast

And the morning sun shines

and my alarm clock whines

Maybe tomorrow is when things will let up

Because I have given up before I get up

Author's Note

This was just a fun little write I popped out. I'm not trying to be the best poet, just trying to make my readers think a bit.

Reviews

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

You certainly made me think. I think you have a genuine gift for expressing your thoughts. You are able to transcend the reality of life and write about it as a spectator. A wise person once told me, "Turn your focus outward. There is more of everything on the outside of you. When you focus inward you are alone."

[Max_E_Stone]

Wow, that is a great read. I can't speak for your other readers, but you definitely made me think. Very powerful!

[DIVYA]

I sense a wry sarcasm and a feeling of hopelessness in the poem that has to be read between the lines though it does say 'Tomorrow is the day'.
Somehow felt sad during reading this...
But it made for some great reading.

[Matthew]

spot on (;

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hi Matthew, I work with mentally ill people and this is the 'song' many of them relate to. A time when hope is drained along with the coffee. Nice write

[Matthew]

Well at least I know I'm not alone in my troubles. hahaha. I'm glad you liked it though