As morning calls, alarm bells ring.

Dread would consume you, but not today

In hopes that you’d find something

To brighten your soul with memories that stay.

 

Routine’s mundane, some may say.

Yet you find yourself content

With a simple breakfast on the sunniest of day.

Now you know what “less is more” truly meant.

 

Walking the same cobblestone road

Familiarity breezes in dazzling warmth

As smiles meet in moments that showed

A company that shines in your humble hearth.

 

At last, you arrive at your cherished spot

Born with all the scratches you may have made

From scribbling doodles over its wooden plot

Over a desk that told many of those who stayed.

 

Little things, indeed they are.

But they are counted as blessings

That can take our hopes so far

As life still plays its humming strings.