Morning starts with my ringing alarm <br />It pommels my senses <br />Like a seasoned pugilist <br />Taunting me to strike back <br />Yet it means no harm <br />It's just telling me now the day commences <br />In its silence I receive its gist <br />And rise with a yawn then attack<br /><br />Marcus McKinley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-new-day-60/
