Inviting the Day
When I first wake, wake from perfect slumber
I dread that soon to be number
The time to get up
From the soft, warm, and inviting
To the sky outside igniting.
But then I remember
That thought that spurs all thoughts
That today could be the day
I find my way
So I throw off the covers
Put feet to the floor
Maybe I’ll learn something today
Never learned before
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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