Panacea
You make everything better
.The alarm screams; awake with a sniffBones creak, and muscles stiff,Reaching to hit the snooze,But the world's in its brightest hues.Freezing water tries make me clean,Just as cold the coffee beans,A lack of milk has the cereal dry.And yet I grin in reply.The car didn't want to start,In traffic behind a farmer's cart.The time clock says I'm very late.My joy still will not abate.Mounds of paper piled high,Issues in never...