A Tale of Woeful Neglect
Alarm went off at 6:15 a.m. like a siren
howling for attention, startling the man
as he twisted his body, feet on the floor like stiff dough
being shaped into a human form.
He could see the sun rising like a golden rocket
spreading light to the shaded garden as the smell
of coffee filled the air with anticipation.
Next was a shower with water streaming like
a gentle early morning rain then onto shaving
his day old growth, dressing in workout clothes,
and trundling to the kitchen to greet his wife
who, like a practiced chef, had risen early
to prepare his breakfast of oatmeal and toast.
He checked his cell phone for overnight messages,
and briefly read the paper, soon doomed for extinction,
as he headed to the gym, like a warrior off to battle.
Such was the beginning of most every day,
for a man who like a metronome, treasured routine.
Little did he know that when he got home his wife
would be gone like a disappointed gambler,
having bet on a man who ignored her affection
in favor of his marriage to his boring routines.
Author: Peter A Witt
Photo: JD Mason on Unsplash
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