The Morning Lost
How I rued the morning lost,
For I slept late, till ten,
I love to watch the rising Sun,
But I had missed it then.
I like to rise with the birds,
To hear them greet the day.
But this morn I idled,
The hours just slipped away.
All had met the new born day,
As bleary eyed, I rose.
The birds had sang, the Sun was up,
As lazily, I'd dozed.
It was but a single day,
The Sun would rise tomorrow.
Yet to miss a single one,
Fair fills my heart with sorrow.
JANUARY 2019, ANY FORM, ANY THEME,
UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
7/1/19. =1st.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2019
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