Joy and The Morning

Mother told me that joy
comes in the morning.
I asked:
What happens to those
who don't wait to see
the morning?

To understand life better,
I leave the stench of people
to sip in the smell of nature.
I look at the yellow sunset,
an indication that every bad
day will eventually come to an end.
The pink cloud tells
me life is too short to be too serious,
let add some colours to our he(art)s

To understand life better,
you leave the stench of people
to sip in each particle of rot
hanging on your nose.
You look at the sunset,
and indication that another bad
day is about to be birthed.
The pink cloud tells
you life is too short
and you decide to put a plug to it.
You recall tales of people who plunged
into its reflection just below the
bridge that acts as your
point of reflection.

You were in a hurry.
You didn't wait to see the morning.

Mother told me that joy
comes in the morning.
I asked:
What happens to those
who don't wait to see
the morning?

— Abdulhameed Ridwan O