Early Bird

There was a time I’d wake at three,
No matter what I’d do,
But now that seems quite late to me,
For I’m awake at two.

And, lying there, I start to think
About both truth and lies
And never sleep another wink
Until it’s time to rise.

I’ll make myself a steaming cup
Of tea to pass the time
And then get down to making up
Another simple rhyme.

Yet, with the breaking of the day,
It’s time that I got on my way.

Photo by Ray Hennessy on Unsplash

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