The Sun Comes Up

The Sun Comes Up

The sun comes up

And I sleep right through

I don’t know why

I do the things I do

When I wake

The sun is waiting

Will I get up?

Well I’m still debating

The sun comes up

Almost every day

Sometimes I wonder

Will it go away?

If it didn’t come up

I’d probably stay in bed

And dream all the dreams

That I dream in my head

But one of these days

I’ll drink from it’s cup

And quietly watch

As the sun comes up

© 10/26/1990, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry