The sun does not like me
It hides in the morning as I go to work
Letting the moon mock me with it's frail light
Doing the same as I drive home in the evening
I know it is laughing at me.
It reins supreme durring the day
Yet still it turns it's back on me
Does it sneak through a window
To envelope me in it's warm embrace?
No, it stays concealed behind walls of brick and mortar.
I tricked him the other day
I did not get up early to go to that tomb of bricks.
Instead, stayed secretly in my bed
Waiting to get a glimpse of him.
As soon as he imerged
I would jump out and scorn him for his foolishness.
But he never appeared. Somehow he knew.
For he called to him all his wicked friends.
Blackened clouds rushed to his aid.
Hiding him once again from my sight.
How does he know?
I do not care that the sun does not like me!
I will continue on in this struggle
Not failing in my battle to win against this evil foe.
I will share with all people the splendor he showers on the special few
Giving for free the warmth and light he denies me.