
ANOTHER TUESDAY MORNING POEM by Ron Meiners
I have looked in the manual of How
Things Should Be, and apparently
It is still possible to feel better
Than you have ever felt before. I might
Have skipped some pages to get there,
I believe it's so we always might
Have something new to discover.
Well you say, how about this morning bliss?
Right, how perceptive and thoughtful of you
To ask. Well, to start with it's a fine morning,
And I'm here with my love, and for all
The ills of the world, I seem to have found
A place, or it has found me.
And how are you today? Is your morning Going so well you just might break into song?
We could do that together, if I were there.
How is it, you could be anywhere now, at any
Time of day or night — maybe it is
Even your favorite time, and you could tell me
About it, and why you like it best. I would
Be very grateful to hear that, and perhaps
To be there, of a quiet morning or out
In an electric night, whatever it is.
Perhaps we could go to breakfast together,
After the pandemic,
We've always liked that.