Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: October 30, 2009
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.
1 | Paul Warren
November 6, 2009 at 10:06 PM
Deborah,
Are you the author of these insightful words ?
Very nice,
Paul
p.s. “one morning”, loved it…