Felix Lugo

Morn After Even

In the morning I’m so tired,
But happy I live to see another day.
By the afternoon I’m filled with energy to do anything.
When the evening comes I feel exhausted.
Sometimes it feels good to be in the middle of things.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 30, 2005

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