Grumpy at dawn--
coffee cemented in hand--
eyes half-shut curse
at the sun’s demand.
But you--
you remember birthdays--
take in cats of stray--
see those emptying the trash--
extra tips.
The world doesn’t deserve
your rough-edged grace--
your muttered love--
your growling embrace.
So rise, grouch, rise--
the morning needs
your beautiful grit--
your heart that bleeds
before it speaks.
Here is today's poem called "No Best Part of Waking Up"
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