wake up
take my rubber shoes
wear my socks
take coffee
open the door
close it back
walk the dog
meet the sun
feel the wind
glance at the flowers
along the road
and the school garden
it is the start of my day
and everyday
it goes this way
sometimes i stop
at the middle of my walk
and ask
which way is it to the end?
it is in the mind
and my neighbor
on his jogging attire
sweating it out
for longer life
greets me: good morning!
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