Your Morning - Poem by Jacob Schnieders
You wake up one morning
And realize your life is done.
All you can do is sit and sulk
As you stare at the rising sun.
After a while, you begin to think,
To consider what has really changed.
The flowers are still in the field outside,
Their colors still just as ranged.
The world around you keeps moving on,
Whether or not you want to come along.
And suddenly, your life has been mended,
Just as soon as your morning is ended.
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