Morning Run
The glistening morning sun
Dazzled eyes lead my morning run
So my mind does not wander to dark times ive shunned
Wander to days gone by when I could say "morning son"
Sweet Days of joy and evenings of fun
Now the nights are bitter and the tears they run
o how I cling to dreams when your race had begun
Long before this father started mourning his son
Copyright © Zed Zed | Year Posted 2017
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