The Pocket- a poem

THE sunrise awakens and beckons the day.

With promises, still yet to come.

Wake and be joyful, breathe it all in,

For now, a new day’s begun.

AH yes, the troubles, they don’t disappear.

They’ll wait for you in the wing.

A pocket will do to hold them in place

While you find the moment to sing.

Retm

Photos by Bestie, Debbie