Good Day.
2:45 in the morning as I turn off the alarm before it sounds,
it's something that fills I've been doing all my life,
a scratch of the head as I look in the mirror, with a smile not a frown,
thank you for allowing me to wake and take care a my kids and wife.
as the cold water washes over my face...life is catching a tune,
as I brush away the bad breath of night the smell of coffee fills the house,
a new day awaits a new me and I'll hold this filling way past noon,
as I tie the final lace on my boots I look over and kiss my spouse,
into the kitchen the clock reads 3:10am, right on time,
I pour my coffee pack my lunch and count my blessings
never wondering what awaits me that would be a crime,
I take one last moment one last thought...no nothing missing
I turn off the lights and quietly open the door to start another day
work is a five mile bike ride away and in Jan. being cold is nothing new
as I start off down the street I take one last look up and say
good morning mom keep my family safe as I do what I do,
as I watch the other eyes that view a new day some thing is missing
their frown their lack of life the hollow sound in their voice
good morning is as piercing to them as a harpoon some not even listing,
the first words spoken negative, depressing, like waking up was there choice,
you read the paper listen to the news see it all around you,
hate...greed...lost souls swimming in fear of what will be...
cursing the past,regretting the present, and protesting a new,
we all have had our share we just hold it different that is clear to see,
if I listen to them long enough my smile turns to a grin...
and I think how can you be so pompous that you hate the gift of life,
I know "not all of us have had a good life" COME ON!...look within,
your breathing,you have,you may have lost love even a wife
but that is why we are given a new day,
I've had hate spoon fed to me as a child,I was told there is no tomorrow
I'm 39...no riches ever poured over me,I know that Is not the way,
every day is up hill,it's a new challenge...and I won't fill it with sorrow.
at days end I know I can close my eyes knowing I respected the day
I made my wife smile I told my kids I love them and took advantage of it all
if this day was my last...I would like to know I spent it in a good way
not complaining, whining,or crying...I picked my self up I didn't crawl.
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