WAITING FOR HER

Conceived by the dawn, born of the rising sun
Her freshness is one second to none
Each day I thirst I thirst for her presence
because she's a gift; so much of an essence
A gift so nice; one with no price
Bundle of blessings no man would despise
She comes after each passing day
So after this very day she'll again be on her way

For her arrival I pray
Though to her I have nothing to say
I guess she's close but still seems far away
She'll be here tomorrow
Surely, she'll be here to borrow
Some of mine and yours may follow
For all I know my pockets are hollow
So I'll give her my sorrow when I see her tomorrow