Morn After Even Poem by Felix Lugo

Morn After Even



In the morning I’m so tired,
But happy I live to see another day.
By the afternoon I’m filled with energy to do anything.
When the evening comes I feel exhausted.
Sometimes it feels good to be in the middle of things.

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Felix Lugo

Felix Lugo

Bronx, New York City
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