Thursday, January 1, 2015


There is always something
To wake up for
Every morning
Even when there is
No one to wake up
And pack off to school
College or office
And the house
Is as silent as
An empty nest
The crow with the broken beak
Is calling me in his hungry voice
He will not go away
Till I've fed him
There is always someone
To wake up for
Every day
Even when everyone else
Is so far away and say
They cannot get away

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