Mornings Are My Adversary Comments

the sun barely peeped over the horizon. He would dance into my room singing Good Morning It's time to rise and shine! ! ! ! You can imagine how grouchily I climbed out of bed! ! ! 10++++++++++++++++++ for a fellow sufferer

Chuckling here! My Father was the definition of ebulience when

O yes, Kevin. I can feel this poem. A morning can stalk, creep, attack. It can be the worthiest adversary. This is one of your finest.

The real way of facing morning motivates mind. An interesting poem you have brilliantly penned. Mornings are your amazing adversary. Thank you very much for sharing this poem with us.