Lawrence Hall
Some Mornings are
like That
The day begins, but not in optimism
Sunrise is tiresome, fresh coffee tastes old
The frost in the fields has been used before
Even the evergreens are evertired
So what will you now do? Give it all up?
Oh, no. Toothbrush
and shaver to the front
A shower, hot, get dressed, laugh at yourself
Lace up your sneakers, however awkwardly
Now touch the Crucifix, take up your work
The day begins – to stand up is a victory
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