Awake Each Morning

And what do I see.
Branches of leaves
Waving at me.
They seem to say,
Get up and get going,
And have a nice day. To Get Away From Worldly Woes, To a sports game an individual goes,
To forget and to cheer
And drink their favorite beer
And hope for a championship
At the end of the year.
Untitled O is for old and that is no fable.
L is for loving and that I'm not able.
D is for doubting what I had just said.
I'm going down town to buy a new bed.

by Ann Karaman Kraynyk

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