Get Your Premium Membership

The Morning Fresh

The morning fresh restores the soul. Worn down from the weeks' weathered aim. With some coffee that helps the roll. In a quest for fortune and fame. In a fast-paced world of woe. The morning fresh restores the soul. If one would reap then one must sow. But in the end life takes its toll. Then you feel that you're less than whole. And the night dreams of what's to come. The morning fresh restores the soul. While walking to a different drum. The valiant reign of silent pain. Like gunshots near a grassy knoll. When night reminds us of our shame. The morning fresh restores the soul.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things