Five o'clock
He tossed and turned in bed
afraid to see the light of another day.

Six o'clock
He forced himself up
anxious of his every move not to wake them up.

Seven o'clock
He dragged his feet to the terminal
anticipation drawn all over him.

Eight o'clock
He pulled his butt off the bus
eagerness is stronger now than fear.

Nine o'clock
He slaved himself to work
devotion became his friend.

Ten o'clock
He drove the food into his belly
rest for him was nothing.

Eleven o'clock
He feasted his eyes with loads
conversation became his bestfriend.

Twelve o'clock
He delighted his senses with their presence
laughter and tears, now strangers no more.

One o'clock
He delivered nutrition into his system
break to him became an enemy.

Two o'clock
He cherished every spirit in his tavern
his four corners were heaven to him.

Three o'clock
He treasured each word entrusted to him
his ears and mouth were most precious.

Four o'clock
He despised the nearing time
when he has to depart from his haven.

Five o'clock
He walked a mile to another destination
where his heart will work miracles.

Six o'clock
He struggled for one special soul
showered him with knowledge and skills he needs.

Seven o'clock
He mustered his strength and patience
that he may not fail from this one last test.

Eight o'clock
He entered his life-giving abode
before his sanity flows down the drain.

Nine o'clock
He shared his last meal for the day
with the people closest to his heart.

Ten o'clock
He played with little angels he grew in his womb
taught them wisdom and love to be their guide.

Eleven o'clock
He lied there with two fragile bodies
from whom he draws much inspiration.

Twelve o'clock
He stared across another pair of loving eyes
that held him with warmth and promise of forever.

One o'clock
He was smiling with fulfillment in his sleep
my animus contented with how his day drifted by.

Yes! Tomorrow will be another day
when the man in me wakes up at five o'clock.