The day
asks me
to awaken
but never
takes to
begging
if I
choose to
hide in bed
the hours
still
will fly
I must
see
where they go
So I
ride
upon their wings
POEM: Copyright © Iz Mazano
PICTURE: NEOSiAM 2020 on Pexels
I am writing 30 Poems in November to support the Center for New Americans which provides English language classes, education support and legal services assistance for immigrants in Western Massachusetts. Please see my campaign page to support this cause. Thank you, Iz.