Mornings Garment Poem by Coolwater Menstruums Shannon Daron Strauss

THE MORNINGS HONESTY IS ONE GREAT ATTRIBUTE, IT LOVES TO SHINE

ALTHOUGH I COULD BE WRONG; THINGS ALWAYS SEEM DIFFERENT ON THE OTHER SIDE

BECAUSE POSSIBLY EVEN MAYBE THE LIGHT COULD BE THE DISTURBANCE OF THE LAZY NIGHT

THE MORNING TOO HAS A DUTY, TO AWAKEN THE BIRDS, TO OPEN THE SKIES....FOR TRAVELS OF THE SUN

I WONDER IF THE MORNING OFTEN FEELS HOW I DO AT TIMES, HOPING IT WON'T BE ANOTHER ONE

IS THAT WHY IT'S SO QUICK TO WELCOME IN THE NOON

IT'S A SLAVE LIKE MYSELF LOOKING FOR SHELTER PREPARING FOR THE DAY OF DOOM

BUT, NO NEED FOR WONDERS I CAN'T BELIEVE THE MORNING WOULD LIE

NOT WHEN IT CONSUMES SUCH BEAUTIFUL TREASURES, MAGNIFYING THE MOST VAIN OF EYES

TRULY BLESSED FOR ALL THE FAVORS IT DOES

VERY OFTEN TAKEN FOR GRANTED BY SOME OF US

SLEEPING IN LATE IGNORING IT'S TIME

I'D BE A LIAR IF I HAD YOU BELIEVE I'VE NEVER LISTENED TO THE NIGHT; ALLOWING IT TO DECIEVE ME INTO NOT WANTING TO SEE ANOTHER DAY

BUT, AS SOON AS THE MORNING SHOWS FACE.... IT ALWAYS SEEMS TO CHANGE MY MIND

THE MORNING HAS A GIFT- AND THATS TRUTH INDEED

IT'S WAKE UP TIME, TIME TO TAKE THE LEAD

IT'S MORNING; THE HEAD START ON LIFE

AWAKE, RISE, WASH YOUR FACE TO SHINE....PUT ON THE GARMENT OF THE MORNING- IT LOOKS GREAT