Sweet Song

I hear the sweet song of the bird at dawn,
reminding me to rise and seize the day;
the chirping melody goes on and on
while lazily I drowse the time away.

Time's limits leave me little choice to make,
I am not free to burst the bonds of hours;
no minutes slow to wait for me to wake,
time frames when I can exercise my powers.

Have I some deadline forcing me to move?
Am I the slave to other people's words?
Must I produce--what have I got to prove?
Why not smell roses, just enjoy the birds?

But I have my own sweet song still to sing,
so I must rise now, dear bird, and take wing.

                         -- by Pete Voelz       4/04
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