Five Oclock In the Morning
I wake up each morning
At five o’clock
There seems to be no prior warning
Just me at five o’clock
And I think of something
That won’t leave me
It seems the importance will ring
In my head going round
And it won’t let me sleep
Will there be the answer
Or will I hold my head and weep
As it goes around in my head.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2018
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