At night I'm thankful for the moon
But when day comes I'll love the sun
Next day in the hopeful morning
I'm glad to see fresh light's dawning
All day the sun, the same old sun
My same old words, new faces I teach
Each lesson, day, another one
New face, old words, same rules I teach
I like the candle which I rolled
Instead I use electric light
I love the light, so bright and white
The helpful light extends day's fun.
'I promise I'll do it - later,'
Means no-one will get the job done
Later is a mythical land
Where neither good nor bad folk come
Later is like a reminder
But alas it will ever come
Like heaven, all wait for later
Where forgotten deeds will be done
At four you think that later's soon
At six it's myth like life on moon
At eighty you no longer care
Later is neither here nor there
Later is a kind of polite
Way of saying, no, not tonight
If later's what they want to say
I don't mind, I live for today.
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Please share links to your favourite poems.
Up early, creative, life's fun
Some days like the moon, routine groove
Yet love to hate to love we move
Like the sun, one arrives and drives
Makes sure the plants stay alive
The other like the moon reflects
And does what the other directs.
The sun goes down, moon turns around
Neither makes any useful sound
Sun sets, disappears, like a busy wife
Back, large and bright, brings noisy life
Moonlight dark as a tree hollow
The sun goes hiding, dark at night
Yet morning's bright light tomorrow
Sunny photos, noon time shadow
No, no, no, don't say no, nor never
Like the sun and moon we'll stay together
We'll create our own good weather
Living, leaving joy forever.
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