Its six in the morning got so much to do
Have a bath, brush my teeth after going to the loo
Get dressed and have breakfast to fuel body and brain
Grab key, phone and hand bag and head for the train.
All just a memory, it’s been a while
I think back at “stress” times and I break a smile
Its six in the morning and daylight streaks through
I just about manage to get to the loo
Recession, a downturn, economic cautiousness
I reach for the duvet and wish for the stress
Its six in the morning I glance in the mirror and see
Someone who looks like the shadow of me
Hate the sound of the postman, he gives me chills
I know, fear and dread another delivery of bills
Its six in the morning and all that I know
Is each jobless day drives me deeper into debt and woe
Its six in the morning but I know that at ten
Got to meet with my adviser, a nice bloke called Ben
Off on a course, which I have to attend
Hopefully, assistance for my career path to mend
Got skills got knowledge and ability too
But the emotional knock back? Honestly, who knew?
Damn this recession, the downturn its all the same
It’s made me feel and look really lame.
Its six in the morning and a new day
Not like those others, I’ve discovered a new way
Stayed with the course and accepted the new me
I dared to dream with positivity
I wasn’t jobless I had my own time on my hands
To really assess my past and make future plans
Its six in the morning and in front of me I see
My ocean of possibilities just waiting for me.
© 08/2012 Chika Anyanwu
