Morning reflections,
on those things that come to mind,
over a coffee.
Time can work for you,
but it likes to slip away,
too soon in the day.
My poor intentions,
fall away like autumn leaves,
but spring back often.
Some people can talk,
but they do not hear themselves,
and maybe they should.
Let go of what’s gone,
be grateful for what you have,
and then look forward.
