David Lessard


New Day - Poem by David Lessard

My first cup of coffee,
such an ordinary pleasure;
to start the morning wake,
to the day, take measure.
a cup of joe, most satisfying,
the warm brew lifts the veil;
the brain becomes awake,
and sleep leaves in its trail.
the body limbers up,
the arms stretch up and wide;
the former things have passed,
this day has a brand new side.
the sun is there, behind a cloud,
the dawn is rising, quick and fast;
and I will greet this day,
and forget about the past.
the past, where no one lives,
the past, this day is dying;
the future beckons with the sun,
and me, God knows, I'm trying.


Comments about New Day by David Lessard

  • Silver Star - 3,887 Points Dave Walker (8/22/2013 8:56:00 AM)

    A great poem, like it a great write. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 4,663 Points Patricia Grantham (8/22/2013 8:45:00 AM)

    Very good Dave. I enjoyed this poem about a new day, it is
    even better with a cup of coffee. God has given us the opportunity
    to see another day. We should make the best of it and do
    something meaningful. Old thing have passed behold the new.
    A very refreshing write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013


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