Rome not built in a day

A new day dawns upon me

A ray streaks through the crack on the wall

The shields over my eyes open

I stare at the folds of well beaten iron sheet roof

Listening to gentle  raindrops drum on the rusty roof

I almost cannot hear my thoughts running through my mind

A distant thunder rumbles through  monotony of the rainfall

I notice a spider studiously weaving a new web

Can't help wonder if this master weaver felt insufficiency of its dwelling

Or weather it was another message from an agent of society

Asking me to get up and fold my sleeves for another day of hard toil

Telling me that it never is enough

Never really accomplished

I hear you, mighty spider

But not today

I won't listen to you today

I pull over my blanket

Shut my lids over my eyes with a wry smile

And I tell myself

Tomorrow is another day

Rome wasn't built in a day