24 September 2012
I wake up this morning, To a promising start. For the sun is brightly up, And I have a beating heart.
I will not complain, About having to arise. When I'm in perfect health, There will be no sighs.
Hold on a second- What on earth am I saying? The wind is endlessly howling, And my hair quickly graying.
Nothing is an excuse, For waking up at this time. My head is non-stop pounding, I feel way past my prime.
A False Start • Opuss № I