Morning Prayer (POEM) [with Added Commentary]

Psalms 102:17 - "He will regard the prayer of the destitute, and not despise their prayer."

The morning breaks with naught to fix
My sleep weighs on my brain like bricks

Roll out of bed, and on my knees
Just praying for a good day, please

Breakfast small and nearly tasteless
Clothes are clean is my best guess

Homework lost or now forgotten
Cross the board my grades prove rotten

Thoughtless statement, angry fight
My apology weighs as but a mite

Schedule trashed, cut out the fun
Work is long, want to be done

My bed to covet, end of road
Six hours more is yet my load

Unfinished tasks are now my bane
Too burned to slog, I lay as slain

Yet even though it stretched for miles
I look back on the day and smile

Own my mistakes, and now they're mine
Humor seen, laughter consign

Evening spent with awesome friends
Helping hand I find to lend

Late night trip out for some food
Ponder life as stars are viewed

I may have much left to complete
But given time, I'll have it beat

And so, with one last weary sigh
back on my knees, up to the sky

Thank You for answering my prayer
The day was good, I know You care

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