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Epiphany 

I awoke to my brain pining

To stay in bed it was whining

I did not want to face the day

I wanted for it to go away

In bed my head on a pillow

My limbs drooped as a willow

But my alarm was insisting

Futile was my resisting

I could homophone leave this day behind

Then the thought crossed my mind

As I gazed upon my sleeping wife

I am ever so blessed in life

I have all the love my heart desired

And while in this world evil conspires

No bombs dropping on my head

And I have a roof over this very bed

And though I work for dorks and knobs

At least I have a well paying job

So all in all things are great

(but I still wish the alarm would wait)