SF (June 17 1942 / Troy New York)

An Old Man's Morning Poem

AN OLD MAN’S MORNING POEM

The world woke up early this morning
It had the light of dreams-
I so much love to be alive now
I am so deeply happy-
How long it will last
I do not know-
But now the light is everywhere
And the morning and I are young again.

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