Seven of This Morning
Seven of this morning
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There is no sun in the east
and the day is not bright
With full of pains and tiredness, I rose.
There the clock on the wall showed seven.
Slight drizzle and the overcast sky
make me scared of my father’s health
At seventy eight and with asthma
Will it be the last day of his life?
The thunder in the north sky
Adds to my fear and anxiety
My dear dad, alas
breathes no more, has breathed his last
Grief and sorrow have surrounded us
In the seven of this grimmorning
I make arrangements for his last journey.
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