What does a new day bring,

Sick and death and misery,

Within souls it does ring,

Affecting those the same as me.

Death does not affect me,

For it is not what I think,

I do not think of tragedy,

For it justs brings me to the brink.

What makes me greet the brand new day,

A wallet or a waiting job,

No the singing of the jay,

The murmuring of the mob.

The beauty of the world does stir my soul,

Awakes me and has me play my role,

What better way to spend the day,

Then in the middle of a beautiful May.

-TardisRobber