Morning Light Poem by Phil Soar

Morning Light



Even with the blackout curtains,
light arrives with dawn
I lie there on a weekday,
and I am snuggled up and warm
The thought of getting out of bed,
is not a happy one
But why lie there and waste the day? ,
when the light has been turned on

Friday, May 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: morning
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