The quiet of dawn,
Was a wonderful spell.
I cherish the moment,
But I’ve something to tell.
Ginger, my friend, said,
I think there is more.
The sun’s in the sky,
And we’re keeping score.
It happens in earnest,
The day will begin.
The peace of the morning,
Is gone on a whim.
There’s breakfast and dressing,
The others to awake.
I hate to admit it,
It’s not a mistake.
To pay for this life,
We cherish each day.
It comes with a cost,
There’s no other way.
We must get to work,
With crowds all around.
Fighting with traffic,
Oh, what a sound!
There’s huffing and puffing,
And scurrying about.
It happens each day,
I leave you no doubt.
Exhaustion sets in,
As you dream for an end.
Counting the days,
Till you can amend.
Fondly remember,
The peace that you had.
And know in your heart,
The rest isn’t bad.