“You get up early in the morning and you work all day. That is the only secret.”
Philip Glass
I love my profession, in which pride I take
I like my job, feel grateful for the money I make
Then what is the problem, you might wonder
When I say mornings make me want to crawl under
The covers and snooze in blissful oblivion
In the morning it is hard to find a reason
To get up, get dressed and endure the commute
To my workplace, this idea does not seem to suit
My constitution, even though you might say
If I love my job, I should look forward to each work day
I cannot resolve this intriguing conundrum
That though my work is far from being humdrum
Every morning a holiday is on this wish-list of mine
When I wake up, I have a strong urge to whine
About working so hard when people all around
Are enjoying vacation, their stress unwound
To get through my morning routine timely I struggle
From the parking lot to my desk, my feet I shuffle
Once inside my workplace, adequately caffeinated
Positive energy reenters, leaves me rejuvenated
I get galvanized into activity, and am immersed
In work, with efficiency I am well-versed
Gradually my love for work is restored
I am so engrossed that I am never bored
When I leave at the end of the day, I want to return
The next morning, ending my homely sojourn
But the time spent at home just draws me away
From work, and it’s difficult to wake up next day!
Passion...unbridled 