ivor or ivor.e hogg
Morning Call For Frien Marvin - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg
The morning sun explosively.
Soars aloft from beneath the sea
as though afraid he might be late.
So full of joy he cannot wait
to tell the world its time to rise
and rub the sleep from out their eyes.
Then stretch their stiffened joints and yawn.
The night has flown so greet the morn
Dependent on their attitude
some men express their gratitude.
While others bitterly complain
because it’s time to work again
Which makes no difference to the sun.
He travels on his duty done.
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