Noon has its own dealings;
night has its own feelings
Having spent a day that
has no meaning
Laying down sleepless,
looking at the ceiling
Slowly your eyes get
closed without knowing
Rising to a new day with a
beautiful morning.
Sometimes the morning can’t
really be good
Especially when times are
hard; no cash, no food
Late night sleep and you
wake up to a noisy hood
Neighbors keep calling but
you’re not in the mood
You keep hearing “good
morning” and you think it’s rude.
You keep wondering, “what
has life got to offer you today?”
You work so hard, you
can’t tell what it feels like to play
It’s like the more you
pray, you become the targeted prey
And your thoughts keep
coming, your feelings taking you away
You’re hoping there is no
such like “good morning” or another day.
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