Puppet Routine

When the morning jerks the strings Of marionette puppets from their dreams Into motion they will spring Set forth upon that same routine Carried out upon the wings Of daylight as it moves and sings That same old song until it brings A sense of tired to you and me As nighttime falls and beckons sleep A gust of wind will chill and sweep That sweaty stench of summer heat And this short break we'll pray to keep Forever here, to never leave