The Morning Joke
by Lord R.e. Taylor
It is almost like a curse
Every morning it comes
The clock ticks at five o’clock
The birds start their chirping
The air warms up just a bit
And a single beam of sunlight
It finds a small crack in the curtain
It is only as wide as a strand of hair
But more than enough to light the room
And it is enough to destroy a night's sleep
So many have had this problem
No one has ever come close to solving it
The Sun always manages to find a way
It is like the universe is playing a joke
And we are the punch line
© Poem – XX/I/MMXXVI
LRET
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