Another Dawn
In a recent streak of the losses of good friends, one's mother and one's cat, this poem is written to suggest that there is always another dawn coming forth.
One ought to say here is a new daybut for me this just another dawn.Different word but the context is beyond the next galaxy.A new dawn suggests a day of hopeanother dawn suggests a day of survival.This writer poet remains too youngfor this kind of thingthe losses of a friend, a mother and a cata part of an integral lifebut this part one could do without.One has to be stoutto weather the storms all alone.We must remember togetherour hearts yearn to reunite forever.But here am Iin the living room chairin the rare occurrence which I get to sitwondering on the waste of my timehave I squandered with every second chime.Filling up with quiet regretsI shall not be remembered I bet.No one defaults except on my ownthis life a lot one must discover.Another dawn, I remain as a life pawnno children to ever spawnbefore this Q is finally gone.