DAILY GRID GRIND : Adult Poetry

Daily Grid Grinds

Awaken by the sound of black birds Carrying the weight of yesterdays The soul lifts their spirit from sleep Awaking to cloud linings of the sky steep Barely light the soul awakes to see light Clouds violet, blue stratosphere hues A yellow shiny ball dawns, a star fills skies With light, as they grind coffee beans Yawning the morning pulling strength To face another work day, another dollar So, still tired, aching muscles, backs, legs   Walking down and up hurt stairs to face Burdens of responsibility, work, bills Jagged panes gray lines dart clouds Reaching violet skies until the colors Peak oranges dawns painted with pink Pouring coffee to fuel their way, sugar Getting dressed in drab work clothes Some ladies, painted faces, rollers, brush Men shave, shower in some energy, comb Watching a- never ending beeping clock Racing, running, barely eating, no energy Not talking, not wanting to talk- speak Still yearning for the comfort of beds   Mustering strength, they find the will Strength to face the first, mid, last workday Endless weeks, of expelled energy grinding Pulling all vitality, they drive in tin black grids Cans to smell polluting fumes, dark air Still the sky, slowly lighting hapless ways Marching ants, an endless sea, microbes Of nobodies, feeling they will, accomplish Nothing, to earn a meager portion, to eat Some stuck in traffic jams, some hit cruise   The privileged driving past them, hummers Big cars a stigma carded shows of wealth- Cruising, flaunting finer clothiers- better Lives, some dropping ants off in schools Others chauffeured to the land of privileges   Felling inferior a worker ant, doesn’t care Noticing the sun shining, curses the hummers Feeling as an insignificant ant grain in traffic Bridges, concrete, buildings, roads high-rises Seeing metal malls, duty calls, to serve, as Privileged, rich getting richer, poor- poorer Feeling listless the sun now arisen, forgets them Leading them to their, daily grind, submits As coffee grounds, grids of ants perform The destination thanking God, smile suns Now awake, thankful to have a job Seeing blue skies, muster strength Forget the pain, now awake others In thanklessness feeling Always tired, drained, Unappreciated, underpaid depressed Emotionless grinding The ungifted grinds of grids 08-25-2007 7:05AM             PLEASE NO COMMENTS! THANK U