Pretense Poem by Barry Middleton

the sun is coming up
I drop my last pretense
each day could be the last
and that's my recompense

so I must use this day
and study every mood
to find the treasure there
that hope might be renewed

it's in each breath I take
confirming simple things
a kiss before the dawn
the touch of angel wings

the sky is glowing now
the planet is alive
I welcome this new day
and all it may contrive

for I am just a man
the clouds keep drifting by
and earth grants all I need
till darkness fills the sky