Treasure Island

Laiakini Waqanisau

(Suva, Fiji)

Waking up late


Rising in the morning looking at the time
Too early to get up, grab another minute and a wink
The cold weather feels good to sleep
Yet time waits for none and ticks and tocks
Until the hours is past to get up
Finally from dreams and visions to the feeling that time is up
Rise and shine, getting ready waking up late
Lord prepare my feet to run
Mists outside, now running and blazing past the wind
To get there on time

Submitted: Monday, January 06, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 06, 2014

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I wrote this poem on the 06 Jan 2014 whilst in Egypt. On a sleepless night, tried to get up on time, that what this poem is about. This poem is dedicated to me and you who sometimes get up late and have to rush to get to places on time.

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