One Sunday Morning

The sun shines through the window,
As I watch the birds feed.
Thinking its such a nice day
While drinking my cup of coffee.

Smoking my cigarette
The air starts warming.
It won�t get much better than this
On this beautiful Sunday morning.

Stretching and moaning,
The night�s sleep proved well.
Now burns another day away,
With another story to tell.


This poem is original and copyright of Ben Ellsworth.
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