The quiet of dawn
Was a wonderful spell
I cherish the moment
But I’ve something to tell.
Ginger, my friend, said
I think there is more
The sun’s in the sky
And we’re keeping score.
It happens in earnest
The day will begin
The peace of the morning
Is gone on a whim.
There’s breakfast and dressing
The others to awake
I hate to admit it
It’s not a mistake.
To pay for this life
We cherish each day
It comes with a cost
There’s no other way.
We must get to work
With crowds all around
Fighting with traffic
Oh, what a sound!
There’s huffing and puffing
And scurrying about
It happens each day
I leave you no doubt.
Exhaustion sets in
As you dream for an end
Counting the days
Till you can amend.
Fondly remember
The peace that you had
And know in your heart
The…
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