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One Morning We’ll Wake Up (poem)

Updated on January 1, 2014

Perhaps one morning we’ll wake up to see

As winds carry tale too odd to be true

There are no havens remaining to flee


As comfort becomes our mind’s destiny

And questioning ways world tends to subdue

Perhaps one morning we’ll wake up to see


Each day’s distractions sets all troubles free

Just trust us we’re sold no need to pursue

There are no havens remaining to flee


We build up our lives in shade of false tree

Believing in things that we never knew

Perhaps one morning we’ll wake up to see


Confusing how we let this come to be

Here lost in the lines they endlessly spew

There are no havens remaining to flee


Now each night we rest in slumber’s decree

Mistakes which we made in our tearful view

Perhaps one morning we’ll wake up to see

There are no havens remaining to flee



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    • Gypsy Rose Lee profile image

      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Great poem. Hope you're having a great start to the New Year.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      As the havens we can flee to disappear, how blessed we are that we can still flee into the arms of God.

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      Victor W. Kwok 4 years ago from Hawaii

      That is so true about the world today. Great poem, Martin!

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      Nellieanna Hay 4 years ago from TEXAS

      Somehow you've encapsulated the situation of the majority of people - though one wonders if waking up is in the future. I'm an optimistic realist and a realistic optimist. No need to hold one's breath waiting for an awakening which is rapidly retreating. One can only hope that there will be some unsuspected new development coming from the stew, something like the Earth's entrails boiling and preparing to either cancel gravity or increase it. ;-) It remains to be seen whether humanity will survive its own homemade hell, or if a better creature will emerge from its eruption.

      Good poem, Martin.

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      shanmarie 4 years ago

      I think that's somewhat of a pessimistic point of view myself, but I can't argue with the fact that sometimes it feels that way.

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      Dora Weithers 4 years ago from The Caribbean

      Building our lives "in shade of false tree" says it all. We're dreaming and one morining we will wake up. Thank you for the caution. Good poetry!

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      Eiddwen 4 years ago from Wales

      Brilliant as always Martin.

      Voted up and wishing you a very happy new year.