Bedrooms

I woke to find this in my inbox today via my daily Writers Almanac email. It made me smile and then laugh so I thought I would share it. 

Inscription for the Ceiling of a Bedroom

by Dorothy Parker

Daily dawns another day;
I must up, to make my way.
Though I dress and drink and eat,
Move my fingers and my feet,
Learn a little, here and there,
Weep and laugh and sweat and swear,
Hear a song, or watch a stage,
Leave some words upon a page,
Claim a foe, or hail a friend—
Bed awaits me at the end.

Though I go in pride and strength,
I'll come back to bed at length.
Though I walk in blinded woe,
Back to bed I'm bound to go.
High my heart, or bowed my head,
All my days but lead to bed.
Up, and out, and on; and then
Ever back to bed again,
Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall—
I'm a fool to rise at all!

"Inscription for the Ceiling of a Bedroom" by Dorothy Parker, from The Poetry & Short Stories of Dorothy Parker.

 © The Modern Library, 1994. Reprinted with permission. 

Yesterday it rained and stormed all day and today as I look out my window there are snowflakes fluttering in the wind. I would like to never leave at all myself. But alas, I must go climb the hill toward my education.