Oh, that I were again
In the morning of my day,
When the sun's first rays
Had kissed the poignant air,
Full of the hope of brilliant noon.
For I remember well
On the morning of my day,
How the pretty wrens
So quickly turned their heads
When I did pipe to them my tune.
Yes, it was glorious then
On the morning of my day,
As refracted light
From every drop of due
Sent forth its glistening rainbow hues.
Now it may well be noon
On the morning of my day.
But lo, I hear
A voice, it calls to me-
"Go forth, be bold, and seize the day".
And if I e’er should find,
On the morning of my day,
Some open heart
That I could fill with love,
I’d shine my brightest love-light in.
Oh, that I might discern,
On the morning of my day,
That there was one,
Who could call forth a tune
To which I’d ever harmonise.
And so, I'll seek to stay,
On the morning of my day.
For though I know
The night will surely come-
I'll live each moment to the full!
Mark J. Humber 19th June 2000
Quite amusing that this was written more than 10 years ago. I still hate getting old... :D
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