I awake this morning and wonder,
What my day will hold.
I use this time, to ponder,
My incrementally getting old.
As the sun rips the night asunder, 
And warmth banishes the cold.
The covers, which I lay under,
Gently loosen their hold. 
The day, it calls me to wander,
And I know I must be bold.
For time, I mustn’t squander,
It is neither bought or sold.

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