Alice in Wonderland?

Another poem about the life (or lack thereof?) of Alice Magarey

 

The ringing of the alarm clock wakes Alice Magarey

 

She groans, and wishes she could just stay in bed,

 

but she’s got to get up and make her husband’s breakfast,

 

so he can go ‘bring home the bacon’, as he calls it

 

To her, it’s more like ‘any excuse to

 

get away from the old ball and chain’

 

Yet, once she’s up, she enjoys the peace and quiet,

 

where she’s free to travel wherever her mind takes her

 

Her sad-sack husband has gone back to sleep;

 

expecting her to get to work, making his day a little easier

 

In the solitude of the silent kitchen, she dreams

 

that her life was fulfilling, instead of the empty void

 

it has become