2 minutes in the morning glory -------------------------------------------
2 minutes in the morning glory
and now i start telling the story
the story of a man who lives till our day
and smiles and shines like the sun ray
the man who gives his heart
with no regards
who gives his hand
with no demand
smiling and laughing mostly he does
helping others is what he thinks about alot
looking within the deeps of the soul
learning to live
and learn from the life
and called insane
called too old and too wise for his age..
i smile at what they say about him and just think
this is the life
this is the story
and am going to live to write all its lines..
this the man
and this is the story
of the 2 minutes and the morning glory
My initial thought upon title to poem was abruptly changed as I got into your peom. (Title hadme thinking about a Morning Glory,as flower.) I liked 2minutes. It doesn't take much time to recall certain mentors. You made me want to meet this guy. Sounds like the image I have of my dad who went to gather his Glory. Good write on such short notice.
I like your work, so, this is no surprise to me. You gave a good speech with rythm. I am not sure if this is about someone else or about yourself. Whoever it is sounds like a good person. A true gift to the world. (Like a Saint). Good job!