First Light
First light is not seen
By many these days
Either they're still asleep
Covers over thier head or
On the train or
In cars with all their lights on
Or already
In imporant meetings
Then there are buildings
In the way with other lights on
So it is hard to tell
When dawn first breaks
For those out walking or
Sitting on a bench overlooking the lake
It is a sight that restores
The wonder you had as a child
Makes you believe that you can help
Make it right in this world
For some it's only at this time
With dawn just coming up
Before it gets too bright
And the rest of the town
Is awake going
Their separate ways
In daylight there are winners and losers
People keep score
The light gets brighter
People more intense
And then it is dark again
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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