When I Woke Poem by Paul Reed

When I woke

The birds were feeding at the table

Artists were washing their brushes

Ready for new strokes;



My mind was full of clouds

Across a distant, obscure sky

And glorious music was pounding

In my head so loud;



Thank you for this sweet life

My children and grandchildren

My work and pastimes

My loving wife;



Bring me this new day

The challenges of living

Staying happy in the rain

Washing my cares away.