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early morning poem |
What waits for me? My Day awaits What can it be, outside my door? I'll wait, I'm in no hurry Too see what life has brought me. No I think I'll delay Better to contemplate than to see. I'd rather sit and ponder. What will it be? sitting out there for me. I'm not ready to begin I'll sit awhile more Then open the door To begin again and see what life has in store. Life Once More. TH |