Always Another Morning
Always another morning will come along your way,
Another opening paragraph, to start a brand-new day.
They come along like clockwork, a tic to match your track,
Always another morning, you’ll have to watch your back.
Each morning pairs with evenings, to even up your day,
Just when you think you’ve lost it, another comes your way.
But at the very start of it, you missed it as you stepped,
Arriving in the middle, from the place in which you slept.
Your birthday had a morning; you came inside the bounds,
And filled the day up with your smiles, and with your many sounds.
Then followed many life-events, and many days of sun,
All finished nicely as they went, when each day’s work was done.
And every time you went to bed, you knew it would be true,
Another morning would arrive, another gift to you.
You started counting on these things, and if your counting’s true,
You’ll find that every morning has a finish to it too.
Analysis may prove to you that things must have an end,
However far and straight your path it will come to a bend.
And where your life goes with such twists no one can comprehend.
For now we will accept the gifts with brightness that descend,
Always another morning, ‘til the count comes to its end.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . July 31, 2014
Lovely, Bob! I always enjoy your wonderful poetry! I hope you have published it...it’s quite good! :)
Blessings!
This is beautiful, Bob..Thank you for sharing your gift.