Rising
Dawn's Delight in Verse
Sept 12, 2023

In the morn's embrace, the sun so bright,
It soon challenges snow, a thunderous fight.
Yet I rise, a stumbling, graceless feat,
Upon my restless, ever-creaking seat.

A pillow, faithful but in rodeo style,
Carries me forth, mile after weary mile.
Shoulders tense on the edge of day,
As my hip complains in its stubborn way.

In this daily race, my manhood I seek,
Lost, perhaps, in the midst of the week.
I contemplate time's eternal clock,
In search of rest, my sanctuary, my rock.

To the bathroom's icy rim, I'm led,
A tightrope walker on an ice rink, I tread.
Yesterday's fiery win, now a fading taste,
As I brush, lost in the cosmos' vast space.

Reflections of a tongue's wild escapade,
In history's footsteps, my fortune laid.
Rabble and chaos, ashes, and soot,
In life's grand theater, we play each part.

Praise be to the gods, whose fate we share,
In pajamas, we rely on threadbare wear.
Each day's adventure, a comedic embrace,
With laughter and stumble, we run the race.

Life's unpredictable script we recite,
As we navigate each twist and each fight.
In this grand comedy, we find our place,
With humor and grace, we embrace the chase.

Written by BTW
Finished by Quadgpt.