At This Hour

At this hour I shall not weep
For there is such a glorious day ahead
It is too early for tears to heap;
The day does not deserve such ruining.
The sky is blue, not full of sorrow,
In the grass an emerald pillow waits
For sweet contemplation and for me to draw near.
These legs were made for running,
Not clutching by my ears.

Author's Note

A quick one I wrote this afternoon.

Reviews

[armin]

At this hour I shall not weepFor there is such a glorious day ahead

Very motivational wordings.
Good poem.
Well done.

armin. ...

[Emily]

Thank you!

[Fay]

Wow this is really amazing

[Emily]

Thank you!