The alarm bell rings
and tells of a new morning;
but tells not what it brings….
Will it be as we think,
as we plan in the mind?
Can we really plan out
just what we will find?
The covers’ the same
as the morning before,
will we take with us those covers
as we walk out of the door?
The alarm bell rings
and tells of a new morning;
but tells not what it brings….
Will the coffee taste stale
or shine as we stir,
with a flavor that’s new
as never tasted before?
The walk to the station,
the same path to be sure,
but only the same
if it’s yesterdays thoughts
that walk in the rain.
The alarm bell rings
and tells of a new morning;
but tells not what it brings….
The sun has arisen
just as before
and the clock is still ticking….
And between each click
of the sound of the clock
that second hand stops….
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-alarm/
