early morning,
no cock that crows,
no coffee boiling,
no wife to kiss good morning,
just me and a vacuum for a home,
loneliness my trusted mate,
and so together we start the clock,
humming to three little birds lp,
bob marley always a legend,
with hopes of a brighter day,
dreams of a better future sparkle,
and let no lie,
and let not forget,
the day shall end with nothing,
just a few words i call poems,
and the night shall refuse to fall,
scared that the day to follow too,
shall,will be of no difference,
and yea i shall be back,
thirsty,
hungry,
sorrowful,
to my lonely mole hole,
and i in mind shall have faith that am full,
a glass of water and am fed,
and i will play a tupac song,
better days a track i cling on,
and the words shall sooth,
and i shall fall to closed eyes,
and the nightly hours pass,
a welcome to another tilt,
yet i try my luck,
day in day out,
below clear skies,
or grey clouds,
and this i shall do till i can't,
and try i shall till hens can fly,
but when i can't i won't resist,
but a noose neck snap i shall,
though a permanent solution,
a temporary problem i give,
i shall have desired the peace,
i shall have time to sleep,
till then i await the sun,
till then i await a sparrow dance,
till then i await my luck
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