I am up every morning,
Along with the sun,
With wishes in me rising,
Ones I do not shun.
The sun is up high,
Scorching its heat,
And I prepare to try,
Dreams that are incomplete.
I go till the sun shines,
Doing all I can,
Tracing all the lines,
That fulfill my plan.
Then comes the twilight,
The energy is all gone.
To myself I recite,
Where I went wrong.
This dusk lowers my spirit,
It goes down with the sun,
Hopes that once shone bright,
Only despair now run.
The night now falls,
And I am drained,
Then I sit and recall,
All that I obtained.
Back into my bed,
I lie down quietly,
Jot down what to do ahead,
In my mind silently.
A new day will come,
I will have another chance,
Will try not to be glum,
Forward I will advance.
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