Good Morning
Fog floats gray in morning skies
Barely have strength to open my eyes
Coffee’s aroma bids me to rise
Good morning
Walk through dew-soaked grassy fields
While tires on roadways past me peal
I subsist by inward spark of zeal
Good morning
Key-clanks sound through empty halls
Push back the doors and meet white walls
Tedium’s weight upon me falls
Good morning
Sink into chair and survey the room
While sleepy fog lifts up its gloom
Pray for silence, for mental bloom
Good morning
Looking back in memory’s gaze
I journey pass those student ways
But I know for best, gone are those days
Good morning
Written sometime in 2004
© 2004 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
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