Two Sides of a Six a.m. Wake Up

Sun, 10/02/2016 - 11:34 -- bneary

Yes, another morning.

One full of obligations and pain

Half Empty glasses behind closed doors

With black and blue and grey clouds

Aching bones, too tired to tango

Oh, so many hours in each day

Yes, so many hours in each day

A body aching to see the dance

Of pink and orange and red skies

Glass windows half filled with light

Panes so full of opportunity

Yes, another morning.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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