Routine
Enchanted mornings
on a fair twilight.
The fading moon
is blanketed by misty clouds,
so are the stars
that are coated for a few hour's hiatus.
Dawn approaches with its promise of a brighter day.
The erosion of slumber sets in with a hymn and our Lord's prayer.
The day ahead, with a hopeful gaze,
stretches beyond my optimistic expectations,
with a drab end at the setting of the grinning sun.
'The day is over' I say,
Tomorrow is another day!
Another day of routine hopes with their attendant drabness.
A routine of expectations of an entire lifetime,
in the dull-colored decades of seventy, eighty, ninety, hundred,
as our strength endures until the sun finally sets.
Author: Joseph Ogbonna
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