Good Morning Sunshine

It's a brand new day,
And the sun is here to stay,
Else we'd float away.

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Stunning

they say time marches on
I’m not surprised
they say time heals all wounds
I’m shocked
after all, blackness
rhymes with ceaseless

Time of Day

I was four this morning when I woke up
nine at breakfast, crunching
my sugar and milk
fifteen at three when I crashed
for my nap
twenty at dinner, stirring
cheese into boxed macaroni
at bedtime, I was twenty-three
staring down an eternal tunnel
of the unknown but likely doom