In morning’s gentle light, I rise with the sun,
A daily routine, a rhythm, begun.
With coffee’s warm embrace, I start the day,
To chase my dreams, in my own unique way
Through hours that follow, tasks neatly align,
A dance of duties, a life so defined. But in this routine, I find my own grace,
Each day a new canvas, a chance to make a painting new
Very nice. The personal touch with which we embrace each day is reflected in this poem. Thank you for sharing.
A beautiful way to describe the grind of daily living with an ounce of hope for what the new day brings.
Daily grind is so beautifully depicted