Pink Morning

Pink Morning I see pink dawn through The slats of blinds, and I am reminded of another day, A day when activities called, and I Would fall into swift work and play, But say, this is another time, And I’m more years than I can tell, The bell too close and now I know The slow paced life of isolation. Friends one by one are gone, And alone work became too taxing, I’m asking get me through this time of life, With strife diminished, loving peace, And ease of days to read or draw, Those things I saw once upon a time.