When the Sun Is On the Rise
This is something I certainly dread.
I am not able to see what's ahead.
The morning sun is on the rise.
The bright light is getting in my eyes.
Up ahead, cars and traffic lights I cannot find.
If I look too long, I might go blind.
Even my sunglasses don't do much for me.
This situation has placed me in a quandary.
inspired by another member's poem
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