poetry

A sort of poem entitled Today.

We fail miserably sometimes,

Black clouds seem to follow,

Dark mornings seem to linger,

All looking for home,

When all the tracks are muddy,

When all seems gloomy and tainted,

And all we long for is a rainbow,

Up high in the sky, distant and so near,

Or a single star to point the way.

Maybe another day is not what we need,

Maybe it is just another frame of mind,

If we allow it, maybe the sun can

Come up on the inside of our core,

Blow away all those heavy clouds,

And then, maybe, instead of tomorrow,

The new day starts today…

 

 

 

 

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