I’m sure there were occasions in my youth
when I awoke and bounded out of bed…
before a trip to Disneyland, if truth
be told, or with a camping trip ahead.

And in my prime I functioned fairly well
the morning after too much drug and drink.
Then I could face my mirrored face’s tell,
although some creases gave me pause to think.

But now I’m old. And though I use my mind
and body daily, lest I lose the skill,
I’m awkward in the morning, not inclined
to speed or conversation. I’m not ill
but I am ancient till I’m up a while.
Two hours and four coffees build my smile.