What Kind Of Day? - Poem by Elia Michael
What kind of day will today be?
Will it be sunny or cloudy?
Fair enough for my daily walk
Or TV with its idle talk?
I peep through my bedroom window
My eyes see the sun-enthroned sky
Rosy-gold beams and a warm glow
My spirits soar from low to high
I wash, get dressed, then eat my food
The day's rituals observed
I leave my flat in a good mood
A new world to be discovered!
A cat is lazily sunning
The postman is out and about
The milkman happy and humming
And I am so glad that I am out
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