Aren'T I Lucky? Poem by bryan wallace

Another day dawns with the rising sun.
The alarm clock rings shattering the peace
As another day begins - pull the curtains -
Look out the window - rain pelting the panes -
Adding to the misery of the early start.

Stumble to the bathroom half-awake,
Aftershave burns and stings the shaving cut.
The shirt and the trousers seem tighter
Than they were last night - I wish that
This diet would work. Go downstairs -
There's no milk in the fridge -
The postman's shoved a stack of bills
Through the door - has he no heart -
I've got problems enough without him
Bringing me more each day. Oh God!
Is that the time - I need to be gone -
Catch and rip my jacket on the door knob
Why does everything go wrong for me?

Run upstairs and grab another coat,
Back downstairs again and out to the drive,
The left front tyre is flat. Oh poor me!
Wheel changed and oil stains on my suit -
Reverse into the pillar whilst turning -
Running late now but on my way at last.

Roadworks and diversions add to my woes -
What a disaster - Why can I not have
A little bit of luck first thing in the morning?
And then I see a funeral cortège coming.

I'm alive to face another day, and
All the exciting challenges that life brings.
I am the lucky one -
I got up this morning - that's enough!