Every morning starts with bright and fresh dawn
The clock tick tocks regularly until night
Each day dozens engrossed walk and talk
One sits alone, weeps, from the fright of a fight
While dozens go out to drink and eat
Under the palm trees, parasols, pines
One stays home, enjoying deep sleep
New readers, new times, I can re-use old rhymes
Look at an old couple's son or daughter
Their faces reflect like the blue pool's water
Daytime and life take us down the same road
But we all end at a private abode
Grandchildren are passing exams in their head
Grand-dad's beyond caring, because he is dead
The young folk take taxis away from dangers
Country folk dance, with friends, not strangers.
The young have jokes, and songs and laughter
With not a thought for what comes after
Each new day there's strong sun and light, fine rain
And this cycle repeats, again and again.
-ends.
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