Why am I still up?
The sun has not yet aroused
The morning dew still lays upon the ground
The crisp cool air still innocent of the days trifle
And life has yet to stifle
As I look around this morn
I cannot help but feel a scorn
For the sun gets to greet the day with warmth that I can never have
But that warmth makes me very glad
Still I wonder about my luck
And ask again
Why am I up?