Novelinee
Springtime pollens troubling my eyes
Inhaler empty, breathless what to do
A world oppressed by men in suits who lie
This weighty day must still be muddled through
We are, I am, you are, alive today
To breathe the air, to rise, to carry on
In anger, love, endeavoring a way
To stay awake and pass the light baton
Exhale, keep steady pace, everyone
Early Morning Poems 