Awake, awake

Awake, awake

Here comes the day

Ever pressing forward

And I don’t know another way

Except to lean toward

The more I want to shut my eyes

Reject the time’s descent

The more I feel it in my heart

That I am wasting it

And maybe in life’s latter years

I’ll be used to this old tide

Perhaps I’ll say “hello” to it

My heart and arms swung wide

I’ll know the day is not the one

Bringing thoughts of dread

But see it as the gift it is -

A new and welcome friend