Morning has broken, another bone in me
And whether I face it or whether I’d flee
The sun rises and on me pounces in glee
Stricken I’m standing on a quaking knee
13 December 2010
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When the rooster crows, I finally start
I realize that it is morning rise yet anew
My tired eyes from floor to ceiling dart
Of hours of sleep this month but a few
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My hair keeps falling in packs and lumps
For gift of dawn this price again I will pay
The chill of ill cools me with goose bumps
Announcing of mine glossy skin the decay
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In wake of morning I turn an ashen face
To peering light shining on the early dew
My mind goes still though without solace
As thoughts through it will race and skew
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And as the day wakes so does the dance
I would yet steel myself for this mine play
Good morning, let us rejoice and prance
And sing to glory yet another bright day
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A heaving heart would chance to meet
With fate of brewery and many a mew
And though I never shared such a treat
I wish and wish a drunken state I knew
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In drunken stupor them words I’d flaunt
Knowing not a sense in the words I say
With my sad mimics well-wishers I taunt
So they’d leave me alone without delay
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