Someone else's sun

Sunlight falls on the coffee mug

I am drinking from and my hands,

The fingers are red held against it,

I am too sleepy to rise from the mat,

The November sun, after the rain

Has stopped, is cuddly warm 

To keep this moment is difficult for

The heat rises and the day is on

With the noise of vehicles and horns;

The children are still sleeping after

Burning their phones through the night

Talking to clients and bosses all the time

The work seems more talking than doing;

They wake to someone else's sun, sleep

During his night and rarely get to see 

Their own sunrises or their own sunsets ---

Do not know when the western sun will set.