As the day breaks, did I say “break”? Yes that’s what I said. But nowhere can I see a smash or a fracture. All that the coming of the day did was, break my sleep.
Sleep, aha! Wish I could sleep as long as I could.
Didn’t William Henry Davies rightly say in his poem Leisure,
“What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.”
Let me make the best use of my day.
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