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.