A Morning Rush
The seasons gather flowers from the rain
And bring the firstling to the flock
And in the dusk of dawn the unrelenting clock
beats out the little dreams from the eyes of drowsy human
The morning settled on horizon too soon
It pushes, it rolls off the late orbiting moon
Hurry, rush, no more time to sleep
Delirious dreams, reminisced thoughts not to keep
Here comes morning rush loom
The clock is ringing in light or in gloom
Leave the warm bed in hast
Take a bath, shave, brush teeth ignore the awful taste
Grasp a cloth or any meaningful attire
Take the elevator or run down spiral stairs
catch a bus hop on a train
Join the crowd march with the throng
In sunshine, in frosty gale, in wind or in rain
So many beings walking the world cannot be wrong
It does not matter where they all go
As long as one keeps up with their flow
The city bells are ringing loud
A beautiful day on high rises without a cloud
poem by Isaac Ziv
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