A New Day
Let not the night play its tune out.
Oh let that deep sleep endure,
Sweet dreams where I did shout
That seemed to grip me so sure.
And let not my stamina fail
Under the covers I have warm feet
For the weakness of the night prevail,
This morning is too early to greet.
The morning comes with such speed,
The glinting light through the blinds,
The morning's activities I must seed
And start upon that daily grind.
Shall I roll over for here to stay?
And force the night to more play
Or go sure footed into the day
And let come by what may.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
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