Watching people in the morning
Always makes
me wonder,
Will their
days be sunshine-kissed
Or thwacked
with hail or thunder?
Sometimes
faces might reveal
A look of
such frustration
You know
their day’s first hours
Have been
filled with aggravation.
Yet others
wear a glowing smile,
Their confidence
so striking
That anyone
observing may feel
Their own
self-doubt spiking.
Of course,
the day may then unfold
In ways we
can’t envision,
Resulting in
an unexpected
‘Fore and
aft collision.
The early
hours, though, provide
A glimpse of
the beginning
Of the time
stretched out before us,
As our world
is slowly spinning.
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