Daily Happenings

It's every day that she pulls away

My blanket as I'm only halfway

Through my lovely dream

When I'm forced to feel the cold extreme.

With reluctance, I get up

My eyes half-closed

Brush my teeth and clean up

After another short doze.

It's every day that I argue

With myself in the mirror; impromptu

And come up with better comebacks

As I go over previous debates in flashbacks.

Every day I frown about

Whatever is made for lunch, and pout

And demand for something nice

Instead of the usual Dal and Rice.

These daily happenings seem mundane

And about them, we may complain.

But this time won't come again

So better stop taking it for granted, that's inane.

A time will come when these things

Will become anecdotes funny.

And we will laugh thinking about them

Which we now do with such unenthusiasm.

These daily happenings may mean

Nothing today. But one day this routine

Will be missed by you 

When you'll be making life new.