Quiet Time
Quiet Time
Written: by Miracle Man
3-25-2020
The best time of day is when I first arise,
about two in the morning, surprise, surprise.
Outside it's ebony, I’m waiting for dawn,
to occupy self I drink coffee and yawn.
I have little future, left to be written,
so, with possessions, I’m no longer smitten.
Later day won't be spent at some country club,
and all today’s doings tomorrow I’ll scrub.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2020
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