Well, here it is, the early morn
Where shades of night melt into dawn
As shadows pale then disappear
Into the light now grown more near.
When I was young I found that joy
So vital to each girl and boy
My heart grew wings, I learned to fly
To heights that reached beyond the sky.
How little did I know back then
It never would return again
And wishes I’d been hoping for
All failed to knock at my front door !
Claire V. Bogdanos 