I may not be a morning person, but I choose to wake up.

I may not want to get up in the morning; in fact that seems to happen a lot.

I may not want to wake up one day. Even though I should, I may not.

But I know that I need to wake up, and be grateful too. When open my eyes,

I might see the colors around my room and I complain about it being too bright

but some people have never seen the sun's colorful rays of light

I might stretch out and complain about still being tired or sore

But some people have never been able to move their arms or legs before

I may not want to get up in the morning, but I get up because I

owe it to those who want to get up and enjoy the mornings, but can't

And I should have absolutely nothing to complain about.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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