Every Morning

by Ernest Armah

Good morning

Is the song we sing in chorus every morning

It tells of a new dawn

Pushing into oblivion the mourns of every last night.


We stand up, head up, chin up

Like tall trees which cannot be reduced to firewood

We glean inspiration deeply from above

To be better than our yesterdays.


With the sun yet to set

The greenness of our leafs

Groomed by the morning dew

Sees the dry, pale shadow of itself impend.


Gasps set to a terrible vim to whim

A positive outlook of the day’s end

Play like a calypso rhythm

Reminding us of the urgency of the now.