My first cup of coffee,
such an ordinary pleasure;
to start the morning wake,
to the day, take measure.
a cup of joe, most satisfying,
the warm brew lifts the veil;
the brain becomes awake,
and sleep leaves in its trail.
the body limbers up,
the arms stretch up and wide;
the former things have passed,
this day has a brand new side.
the sun is there, behind a cloud,
the dawn is rising, quick and fast;
and I will greet this day,
and forget about the past.
the past, where no one lives,
the past, this day is dying;
the future beckons with the sun,
and me, God knows, I'm trying.

David Lessard

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-day-50/