Was there ever a morning
The Sun didn’t rise
And people kept waiting
Their eyes on the skies
For the great golden radiance
That wakes up the land
And gives the old rooster
A big helping hand
Was darkness impatient
Did silence get tired
And just what was left
After those two retired?
Just foot tapping people
In wait of the day
And perhaps the sky
An uncertain deep gray
A Life in Poems 