As golden rays of early morning sunshine bathe my face with their radiant glow, an old familiar drum begins to beat its tattoo in my brain. My thoughts march in time. “Ho-lee Shit. Whaaat. did I do… last night?”
Pennies in the jar,
A few at a time.
A clink on the glass,
Tinny rattle against each other.
A song of hope for tomorrow’s promise.
President Barack Obama
The White House