I get up in the dark
And start
My day.
And when my sky grows dark
Some may say, “he left art,
Then his day
Closed in dark.”
I get up in the dark
And start
My day.
And when my sky grows dark
Some may say, “he left art,
Then his day
Closed in dark.”
Quite a ‘dark’ poem today, Kevin.
I guess it is dark, Vivienne. But true I think. Best wishes. Kevin