Anticipation

Anticipation

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Anticipation

With bated breath we sit and wait
For the rising sun, he won’t be late

To see his wonder and feel his heat
We hang upon the edge of seat

We know the time he will appear
His being late I do not fear

He will be grand, this rising fellow
Now the horizon begins to yellowimage

The old man slowly shows his face
As always, in his proper place

His full self now I can see
His beams are now engulfing me

What a wonder it is that he did rise
To illuminate my eager eyes

He circuits the same way,
You say, just like yesterday

It is no wonder to you
That the sun would break through

The wonder,dear friend
Is not that the night found it’s end

What is thrilling to me
Is that one more day I could be

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