Self

The sun is up and I am down,
the rays enters the windows and make me frown.
The birds need to sing and dance and and eat
and flowers are ready for them to feed.
The dust has settled, the news paper has come
all the people are up for some pun.
The clothes have dried and ironed they lie.
Oh! I don't want to get up today,
oh! let me sleep for at least this day.
I kept yelling and telling in air, but
not a sole was hearing it there.
there's a clock on the wall and few papers
on the ground and the linen and curtains to hear
that sound. None it cared for what I said,
if they heard, they kept to self.