The wee small hours of the dawn <br />take their toll on me <br />It's when my thoughts start to form <br />and turn into potpourri. <br /> <br />They accumulate before sunrise <br />and I jot them on a pad. <br />And I think back on the wee small hours, <br />some happy and some sad. <br /> <br />But poets know that every thought <br />has a purpose for the soul. <br />And the wee small hours of the dawn <br />are the ones where I feel whole.<br /><br />Edwina Reizer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wee-small-hours-2/
