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September 24, 2014
As dawn approaches and
the morning noises kick in,
and the body awakens
to the clang, of industrial din.
It is good to know that sleep
befell a cluttered mind,
and after hours of restlessness,
peace, was there to find.
Another day, another hope,
another flower to see.
Another prayer said quietly,
that free from grief we be.
As onward goes the fight
to heal the scars of time,
where signs now in evidence,
that we are past our prime.
Another day, one day at a time,
caught up in the daily grind.
Then a kettle boiling madly;
a pleasure so defined.
A cup of tea, a mug of tea;
the best start to the day.
Followed by the aroma of bacon,
to set us on our way.
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