Another Day Under The Sun Poem by Franz Uy
Another Day Under The Sun
On a swivel chair
that swivels less smoothly now,
sunlight hurts my eyes.
what was once my joy
I think, I think,
how has it come to this?
My now favorite celestial body
merely doing its job
like me,
and not like me.
drudgery,
survival,
niche?
Looking back at the window, there a reflection
too bright for my morning.
(January 2010)
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