Poem that describes me.

I hear the buzzer but don't want to wake.
Just a few minutes more of sleep I will take.

But it doesn't relent - instead, drives me crazy.
When I get to my feet, it feels kind of hazy.

I'm so tired - I could cry with frustration
And I hate my alarm clock - no hesitation.

It dictates my life, won't let me live in peace.
It cries in the morning, "Get up with the geese."

"I hate it, I hate it." Let me state it again.
"I hate my alarm clock, in sunshine and rain."

But obey it I must or I'll bear the cost:
I'll be late for work and look bad to my boss.

I'll miss the plans for the day I had made.
I'll feel stressed and my joy will soon fade.

I'll miss the flight home that I was to take.
I'll feel disappointed that I didn't wake.

So...
I deal with my alarm clock at arm's length-
It's cry in the morning, filled with strength.

Truly, I hate when it tries to wake me
But, with no alarm clock, where would I be?

Asleep in bed while life passes me by,
No commitments to speak of. I think I'd die.




I really like this poem because it describes me completely. Every morning I dread waking up from an annoying beeps. I have made it slightly more pleasant by using my ipod, but it still kind of sucks. Is it sad to say that the most exciting part of my day is when i wake up about an hour earlier than my alarm clock and smile because I get to sleep more before being dreadfully awakened by the glowing beast. In the poem, it talks about hitting the Snooze button. I must hit the snooze button about 20 times before I have to get up. So as you can see dear reader, I can connect with this poem.