Song and goodwill, is the morning
Luck and cheer, with the dawning
A touch of sun, the crowning
There is faith and a-hopin’.
Mid-morning, visits, the realisation
Witless actors, in another’s production
An amoral system, the organisation
Heavy for the mind, this rumination.
Eve comes, the melancholy
Tears stream – no longer jolly
The soul – empty; hungry – the belly
A day’s progress, there is no joy.
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