When Few Are

Already well into your day,
Before the dark pales,
Before even the birds
Start singing, you are up,

Thinking how you used to stay
Up this late, how you barely
Beat the dawn to get
To bed behind closed blinds.

There was no failing then,
For all the implications
You were lazy, sleeping in.
There is no righteousness

Now in rising oh so early.
At both ends you sinned
The same sin—you wanted
To be when few or none were.