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)