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Dawn

The idea here is that someone learns in time not only that other people have needs, but that by giving of yourself, you learn that you find new life as well.

Sitting there in morning’s night
Warmed by a coat of feigned projection
Man basks beneath his self-made light
And reads alone for self-protection

As noonday nears light peeks its head
To penetrate this blackest world
Allowing man to peek outside
And find it walked by other men

And suddenly he feels alone
But again he sits upon his throne

When evening comes light’s pouring through
But still it’s cold inside his home
And still he wears his thickened coat
And still he sits and reads alone

Then night appears
A night that calls
A night that bleeds effusive light
Sunning men outside in cold
Outside in worthless, bitter cold

He peeks outside to greater need
But turns again to see his chair
To see his chair that calls him there

And all the self-made light and books
And all the coats he wore before
And all the walls that shield him from
The wind and cold and rain and snow
Seem now to him a worthless show

With brightened view and opened door
He bades to those who need the warmth
A child comes first
But still he’s cold
Despite the warmth within that place

The only comfort left to give
Is the very one he wants the most
Man turns to child with fine intent
And gives to him his favorite coat.

Both are warmed by truest light
Inside an opened, brightened home
No longer will his books befriend
No longer will he sit alone.

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