I sit here swinging in the breeze

the sun, his light upon my face,

endeavoring to find the ease

with which to start the daily race.

I ponder on this porch my plans

and wonder whether I should stay

a few more moments holding hands

with daughters that just want to play.

As birds chirp brightly at first light

they make me want to find my song

and start to exercise my right

to take the time that comes along.

And make it count, to clear my head,

to live my life, before I'm dead.

Originally published by The Society of Classical Poets on September 7, 2018

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