The Day the Half-Baked Turns Fully Baked

Awakening to the dawn, I pull socks from the drawer

 

Feeling life's breath, like a newborn on shore

 

Someone's care wraps me, in warmth and delight

 

But at day's end, as I remove them at night

 

I sense an ending, a day’s soul takes flight

 

An unfinished symphony of life in twilight

 

A verse of rock music whirls in my head

 

Calling forth thoughts that were left unsaid

 

A cold can of beer beckons with its might

 

A strange day ends, under the soft moonlight