Awakening

#1 I go to sleep each night, For the rest I prize, And wake each morning, To my great surprise. I sip my coffee, Or drink my tea, And revel in the luck, Of being me! And then one morn, As the sun grew hot, The coffee percolated, In the coffee pot, Everyone else woke, As was their lot, But no coffee for me, As I did not! Eldon Grupp #2 I love to go to sleep each night For rest I always prize, And wake each morning somehow... Though to my great surprise! I sip my coffee in its cup Or cozy up to tea, And revel in God's gifting... That somehow I'm still me! But then a fateful day arrived, The sun became quite hot, The morning I'd expected... In simple words was not. No coffee boiling in its pot All missed their morning tea, A world stripped of its atoms... With nothing left to see. No human woke to meet this dawn, The scene that had unfurled, All time to praise and ponder... For souls set free from world. Brian Johnston December 25, 2016 Poets Notes: A twist on a poem by a friend! :-)