Morning Glory Poem by layshaun sho

HAVE YOU EVER STUDIED A MORNING GLORY, ITS COMPARISON TO OUR LIVES A TRUE STORY,

IT HAS YOUTH AND BEAUTY THAT NEVER FADES, BUT EACH DAY IT IS BORN AND DIES IT BEEN THAT WAY FOR DECADES,

THE STORY I TELL IS BITTER SWEET, FOR EACH DAY THAT FADES THERE IS A NEW DAY TO MEET,

THINK OF A CHILD HOOD MEMORY THAT MAKES YOU FEEL FREE, OR SOMEONE YOU LOVED OR LOVE THAT MAKES YOUR HEART FEEL WITH GLEE

A MORNING GLORY LIFES AWAKENS TO THE MORNING DEW, WITH LOVE, HOPE, NOURISHMENT, ATTENTION WELL ITS NEEDS ARE FEW

BUT IT SMILES AT THE SUN, STANDS UP STRAIGHT WITH COLOR CREATED WITH MAGNIFICENCE ITS WON, ……………..

THE HEARTS OF MANY, A TOUCH, A SMELL, A PICK BY FEW AND MANY

A MEMORY WE ALL EXPERIENCE THAT IS REAL, IS ONE THAT TOUCH OUR SOUL THAT DEEPLY APPEAL

TO OUR HEARTS OF EMOTION, WHETHER ITS HAPPY OR SAD IT’S A COMMEMORATION

A MEMORY CAN NEVER FADE BECAUSE IT’S A PART OF YOU, LIKE A LIVING ORGAN THAT THRIVES CAN GIVE HOPE OR MAKE YOU BLUE

FOR EACH DAY THAT MORNING GLORY IS BORN, IT KNOWS AT A TIME OF EACH DAY IT MUST LOW ITS SILENT HORN

THE DAY WILL COME TO A CLOSE SOON, IT MUST DO ITS JOBS LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE EVEN THE SUN AND MOON

WE AWAKEN OURSELVES TO EACH DAY WITH DEVOTION, BUT SOME REFUSE TO EVEN THINK OR GIVE IT A NOTION

WE WERE PUT HERE TO BE FRUITFUL AND CONTENT, WITH LAUGHTER JOY THE WAY LIFE WAS TRULY MEANT

SO QUICKLY THOUGH DOES GREAT THINGS COME TO AN END, BEING YOUNG EXPERIENCES THAT MANY WONDER WILL THEY GET THE CHANCE AGAIN, …………….

OR EVEN AT ALL, .. FOR THINGS AREN’T THE WAY THE SHOULD BE NO NOT AT ALL, JUST AS YOUR BORN AND ALL PROSPECTS ARE AT YOUR FEET-DEATH IS AROUND THE CORNER TO MAKE US FALL

IT’S A CYCLE THAT CONTINE TO BEGIN A NEW DAY, BEING BORN FILLED WITH JOY AND DEATH OF SADNESS REMINDING US WERE JUST CLAY

THAT MORNING GLORY DOESN’T GIVE IN, IT STICKS OUT ITS CHEST AND THEN
IT SAYS HERE I AM SEE ME, LIFE IS LIKE THE SEA,

IT HAS IT CALM AND TURBULENT WAVES, IT HAS ITS SUNNY AND BAD DAYS

EACH DAY IS AN ADVENTURE, SOME CAN BE A REAL PINCHER

DO NOT FEAR OR FRET, FOR ITS ALL A COMPLIMENT

ITS OUR OUTLOOK IN LIFE, THAT NEEDS MOLDING LIKE A SCYTHE

EXPERIENCES COME AND GON, BUT A MEMORY LIVES ON AND HELPS US GROW