My first cup of coffee, <br />such an ordinary pleasure; <br />to start the morning wake, <br />to the day, take measure. <br />a cup of joe, most satisfying, <br />the warm brew lifts the veil; <br />the brain becomes awake, <br />and sleep leaves in its trail. <br />the body limbers up, <br />the arms stretch up and wide; <br />the former things have passed, <br />this day has a brand new side. <br />the sun is there, behind a cloud, <br />the dawn is rising, quick and fast; <br />and I will greet this day, <br />and forget about the past. <br />the past, where no one lives, <br />the past, this day is dying; <br />the future beckons with the sun, <br />and me, God knows, I'm trying.<br /><br />David Lessard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-day-50/
