The Light of Day
Precious life slips through
my careless fingers
I stay in bed well past dawn
miss the wonder of the morn
once I labored deep in the night
making sure the numbers were right
tossed and turned past dawn anyway
~ never saw the light of day
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2025
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