One Morning

Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: October 30, 2009

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One morning

the sky was gray

I didn’t know what to do

or  say

 

One morning

the sun shone bright

and I knew

then and there

that everything would be all right

 

But mornings

turn to afternoons

and afternoons

to evenings

And when I come to the end of each day

I wonder about its meaning.