Your Morning Newspapers

Daily you read right through me as I speak volumes,

The parts you always miss are the important ones,

Like a child you look for the funnies and the games,

Ignoring the issues,

Why am I at you doorstep every morning,

Waiting for your eyes to fix on me?


For a brief moment I'll be all you see,

And I'll have meaning and purpose in your day,

How I wish to mean your forever,

Instead of being an evanescent prospect.

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