Good Morning
What is time?
another spin around the dial
Tick tock goes the clock
Second to minute:A voice screaming
''Hey Doc''
Time to wake
Time to make a new
Feat to floor,seldom make it,except a few
These random mornings my watch I do not wear
I wake,smile and laugh''without the utmost care''
Slip up my double knot and dare the world...
On cloud twelve,now feat can't touch the ground
Nor would I let
Smiling a smirk sweetly smiling
Not one regret...
To harness this morning would be Heaven in a bottle that I must leave behind
If it is''as of now'' it has to be aged -potential to be a unique and special wine...
I raise my glass to the next tasting.....
Copyright © Jai Bankson | Year Posted 2016
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