every morning, when u rise

every morning, when you rise
they’ll shout the gloom and whisper hope.
but truth is what your heart accepts,
hear the whispers and you’ll cope.

every morning, when you rise
bruised and battered, full of fail
sing the song that susurrates,
“nine times fallen, next time sail.”


5 thoughts on “every morning, when u rise

  1. sirensway says:

    Susurrates: whispers, murmers

    This a beautifully moving piece. I want to try sailing with the hot air balloons!!

    1. Bill Jones, Jr. says:

      🙂 Thank you. I get more optimistic when the sun comes out.

      You should go ballooning. Get thee to New Mexico. As many times as I’ve been, we never took a balloon ride.

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