Morning is alive and well <br />the sun works on the hill <br />in the east and begins to rise <br />I lye awake in bed <br />and smoke a cigarette <br />I think of my day ahead <br />and my moments till leaving <br />on and on <br />same old same old <br />typical day at home <br />same old same old <br />wish I didn't have to be alone<br /><br />Larry Bulot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-365/
