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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Until you came into my life,

And