Arise
I don’t lie-in bed for an extra minute
I will have time for that when it’s too late
Somewhere it is already tomorrow
They are catching life’s new joys and sorrow
My turn to awake and live it out
Every minute reveled and endured
Disentangling myself from this bed
Is not about my arms, but my head
Copyright © Michelo Mweetwa | Year Posted 2020
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