Treasure Island

Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

At A Certain Time In The Morning


At a certain time in the morning
The world becomes different
The light changes
Hopelessness diminishes
Hope begins to come
Negative thoughts go somewhere else
There is Beauty in the world
Today can be the day no day has been-

At a certain time in the morning
It is not a matter of exact clock time
It all changes
The night and the darkness and hopelessness and the fear die
And light walks with me
To a new world
Happier than before.

Submitted: Sunday, May 26, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 06, 2013
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  • Gajanan Mishra (5/26/2013 8:21:00 PM)

    there is a beauty in the world. thanks. it is right.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment and vote. (Report) Reply

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