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Jul 2010
As I awake to the quiet sounds of the morning after
Where will I be
Drawn to the silence of the day beginning
What will I see
And then to my delight the sounds of children's laughter
Into the morning after

I knew that guy standing there, not long ago it seems
His smile soft upon me beaming
I knew him well as a son would know
I knew him within my eyes still gleaming
This time of the morning after

Those who stand around with smiles of such delight
As the sleep upon me lingers
They look as if I know them in sight
How do they know it's  me I wonder
I know them every single one
In the glow of this morning after

Quietly this day began, now I realize I'm surrounded
By some who were long into my past
Where am I, even now I wonder
As I look around I see that the smiles have turned to laughter
A dream that cannot last
And where is the memory of yesterday
If this is the morning after

Suddenly it comes to me as the light shines warm upon me
Not a dream at all of what I see
As I realize that these
Are the souls that went before me
And I find that yesterday was my life at end
And I find I'm bound to where I am
As this is the morning after
Written by
Michael R Bryant
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