Got out of bed,
scratched my head.
What will I write today?
.
The day is new,
my mind’s askew.
No thoughts of what to say.
.
Poured my coffee in a cup,
needing a little pick-me-up.
Why must the day be gray?
.
The clock ticks fast,
gone is the past.
Still dues I pay.
.
For tonight I wait,
I’ve a welcome date.
She helps me see the way.
.
The night will end,
a note I’ll send.
That love’s here to stay.

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