Facing the Day

The sun comes up, the morning dawns
And many leap up, grinning,
Excited by the prospect of
A fresh new day beginning.

They’ll face head-on whatever comes,
Each challenge so inviting;
The certainty of their success
Affirming and delighting.

Yet others dread that wake-up
For monotony’s the rule,
The hours stretching endlessly –
A banquet serving gruel.

No opportunities abound,
No chance to shine or rise –
Just drudgery and repetition,
Nothing to surprise.

For most of us, although our days
Might follow a routine,
We neither leap nor drag from bed,
But somewhere in between.