Morning, Morning

Morning, morning, here’s your friend:
Every pathway has an end.
Skies awake to tell a story
To the witnesses of glory.
Morning, morning, here’s your friend —
Every journey has an end.

Morning, morning, here’s the news:
Every trav’ler has to choose.
Choose between despair or caring,
Selfishness or love and sharing.
Morning, morning, here’s the news —
Everybody has to choose.

Morning, morning, here’s the fact:
We can never quite go back.
Life keeps moving, ever turning,
Joy’s to feel and pain’s for learning.
Morning, morning, it’s a fact —
We can go mostwhere, except
Go back

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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