I Wake Up Greedy To Live

And I wake up, greedy to live: The sun climbs higher, in morning’s sky, While Buddha sits, in his gold-paint statue, And household saints hide in early shadow, And woodpeckers do old style tap-shoe. Coffee smells are rampant now, The squawk box is rife, with trivial banter; A nice background sound to go on living to And the air foams up, at window and door- The unspoken things are breaking through A new day's come now, bearing gifts Unknown, they're already on their way; Life grows exacting and random, the same, And again I awaken, greedy to live And exult in the freedom, to play this game..