BLACK SUIT....

Alarm sound, Loud buzzing sound
The morning breeze with its strong touch
Dawn breaking, cracking, quaking to the
Morning light to rise and stand guard.

Staring through his window by his bed side
Watching the sky brighten by the dawn's break,
He hurries for as he looks, he sees he has no time to spare
For as the morning comes, so will the night come

Clock click on his kitchen wooden floor,
The black soles of his black leather shoes act
Actions like that of a soldier off to war
Actions of a fit warrior dedicated to his course

The smell of hustle, the dew on his fore head
The chase for survival and the struggle to fulfil an existence
Discouraged yet committed, "My own quota must count"
His song, to ready himself for the Rest to come.