Poems

Good Morning

There are mornings full of glee
            and mornings full of regret
There are mornings full of hope
            and mornings full of dread

There are mornings that people can't wait to see
            and mornings that people never meet
There are mornings that suddenly appear
            and mornings that they miss over sleep

There are mornings to fight
            and mornings at truce
There are mornings bright
            and mornings dimmed

There are mornings full of surprises
            and mornings with routine
There are mornings for work
            and mornings for play

There are mornings of new life
            and mornings of mourning
There are mornings at night
            and mornings at morning

So always take a moment to
                         question the people
who say
                        'Good morning'
with an uneven smile across their face