Love writing most especially poems, I helps me to express my feelings towards everything around me
A New Day
The shrill voice of the cuckoo-crow
As it could be heard
Far into the distance as the light
As the morning sun rolls.
The sound of the little bird
As the light of the sun rays
Find its way into my window shutters.
Then I sit up on my bed
And a throbbing pain
Find its way into my head
As the pain of a new day is felt.
But when I look at the little bird
Then I remember as his word had said:
"They don't feel any sorrow, cause they worry not about tomorrow".
© 2020 Fasan sola Joseph