Once, I was a “Morning” kind of person,
Filled with energy, of myself, I was certain,
Armed with a smile on my face,
Sorrow and pain, there was not a trace,
Each day, I looked forward to begin,
Troubles of the past I chucked in the bin,
The rising sun, brought a bright new morn’
My spirits restored, my tiredness gone,
The passing night, my fears I hid,
To my failures, a farewell I bid.
I believed I was now, no longer that “Morning” person,
As I awaited the dark , to pull down the curtain,
To shut the door and to feel the silence,
And then in the peace and the quiet, alone with my conscience,
I was content that another day had gone by,
And I’d thank the stars, with a tired sigh,
With no knowledge of what tomorrow may bring,
In the solitude, my heart did sing,
For a day that was done and one I did survive,
For the gift of night so I may halt, my spirits to revive.
Then one day, when I awoke,
By the window, a gentle stroke,
A big yellow ball slowly rose,
I craned my neck and pressed my nose,
Against the glass, as it did rise,
Banishing the darkness, making me wise,
Telling me I was still that “Morning” person,
And of Myself alone, I could be certain!
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