Morning passes

golden bright light spears into the night
shattering the darkness and breaking into blue
pinpoint bright colors fading away
heralding the dawning of the new day

children’s bright laughter sounds on the lane
girls and boys chasing and running away
too young yet to be chasing dreams
seeing just minutes into the day

shop keepers opening draw back the blinds
unlocking the treasures for customers to find
seeking the music that fills their hearts
coins that shingle sounding so bright

fathers and husbands slip out their doors
unto the cities to travel again
selling their skills and losing their time
that they might tend to their family’s needs

mothers do straighten and clean their homes
doing their that never will end
some are singing the joy of their day
others weary trudging just marking time

days can so quickly brightly fly
filled with the joy of each passing day
dreams that do sparkle brightly in view
hopes in the tomorrow that will surely come true

yet in the darkness of rooms that are closed
soft sounding cries of hopeless dread
breaths that do struggle to bring in life
lie broken pieces of dreams that do end

bright colored birds passed windows do fly
singing bright songs of cheerful joy
knowing no needs and seeking not
simply just living a another day