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Good Morning

Good morning, my darling, goodbye. This is the dawn that calls us away From dreaming. I would have stayed with you in the night But the day pokes in with fingers of light; Good morning my darling, goodbye. Good morning, my darling, we tried To hold back the sun and deny That time has a meaning. Like an innkeeper night hid us from view But the days came as tyrants demanding their due, Each taking from me a small part of you.. Do you know her, darling? It's pride Who flings back the curtain and lets Reality stream in. Touch her; she's hard. Call her; she's cold Look at her, how her eyes are bold ...and dry. It's morning, my darling, goodbye.

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Date: 9/17/2022 9:36:00 PM
'as tyrants demanding their due' -- a great line, Elizabeth, among several in this poignant write. Bravo, Gershon
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