A new day here again,

Familiarity lurking in yesterday’s skin.

Dark and grey morning fog engulfs me–

A world without the sun I see.

The fog slips away then come sunrise,

A shadow of sleep still dewy in my eyes.

“Morning has broken!” The roosters do crow,

As out on morning walks we go.

What once was new, now simply routine–

I ponder as sunshine illuminates green.

Just two more dawns here– what a sorrow.

If only there were time to borrow.