Years Have Sped By

Poems

At Dawn

With eyes opened wide

My body I bestir . . .

With shoulders so limber,

To myself I murmur: --

 

Woman! You're awake? You live!

Do not the morning shred;

No gloomy thought to worries give,

Climb out of your bed!

 

Prepare a day that's sunshine-filled,

With light for all humankind . . .

If not with deed to be done,

Then -- with a cheerful word.

 

With love and consolation

To the children-the younger generation . . .

Draw them close in your embrace . . .

Never repeat again "Alack and alas!"

Silvery rays

Warm one's very being,

Help limber up one's shoulders --

And to life they bring new meaning.