At Sunrise
By GC
I don’t sleep the sleep of a child
mine are not the dreams of innocence
I carry the weight of seven plus decades
and what I have done with that long time
I don’t sleep the sleep of a child
mine are not the dreams of innocence
I carry the weight of seven plus decades
and what I have not done in that long time
I don’t sleep the sleep of a child
mine are not the dreams of innocence
still I sleep pretty well for a wordly old guy
‘ cause my deeds/avoids have been mostly benign
I’m sure I won’t go to heaven
I’m sure I won’t go to hell
I don’t give credence to angels or devils
they’re myths, nothing more-nothing less
So you ask, why do I wake up early?
the answer to that question is easy to tell
it’s a mysterious world come each sunrise
and I think that living with mystery fits me well
1 comment:
I love poetry- and found this poem to be excellent. I like the pattern and style. Well done!
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