Dawn

Well this is a pretty short poem I just wrote it early in the morning just after a complete night out.


All the mornings that I dint wake up to,
Because I just never went to sleep;
Or I'd gone to bed very late,
And too low was my alarm's beep.

All the mornings that just came and went,
After the nights darkest hours;
When the birds began to chirp again,
About all this I never did care.

All the sunrises that I've missed,
Tried to teach me the same old thing;
Every time you think it has ended,
Something new is just about to begin...

- Dawn, 18th August '08