Saturday Morning

Eating a cold bagel with tons of margarine I didn't dare to toast it because of the noise I sat down and ate while listening to poetry My dog continued to beg a morsel of the bagel But I refused to give him Until his eyes melted my soul Then, I gave him some I wanted to make coffee But once more the reason was noise As my eyes became heavy My desire to write was strong Struggling to keep my eyes open I type my desire onto the page And now, I want to sleep For I cannot hold any longer Though, I cannot go back to sleep