Early each day
Life comes knocking
On my window
Breathlessly chanting
Can I come In?
Can I come in?
Somewhere between sleep
And waking realisation
I turn over and curl up
whispering
Not yet
Not yet
When the alarms are spent
And the snoozes are done
I stretch my legs and arms
My back and neck
say what the heck
Come on in
Life, come on in
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