In The Morning Poem by Kinsley Lee

The older, the shorter the sleep at dawn,
Always get up early these days.
Sit up at the desk and have the big mawn.
Not I, read the newspaper nowadays.

I, in the house, only it flows the calmness,
No newspapers, No broadcasting, can hear the crisping.
Quitting the newspapers and broadcasting, ‘cause of unfairness,
So in early morning I am reading and writing.

This autumn, I can hardly meet the sun rising,
The wet season's maybe prolonged till this October.
But I am looking up by the window, and awaiting
His coming with turning off light and computer.
(Written by Kinsley Lee)