He Wakes In The Morning Poem by Juan Olivarez

He wakes in the morning,
And greets the new day.
His heart softly singing,
At the sun's golden rays.

An old man looks at him,
From the looking glass.
With his eyes slightly dim,
Their time has passed.

Yet he mutters a thank you,
For another day.
To his Lord in the blue,
For letting him stay.

Then he puts on his hat,
And grabs for his cane.
Without any regrets,
Despite all his pain.

12/13/10 Alton Texas