Tired eyes scan the blur ahead
head aches pounded by echoes
of recent comments thoughts
all circling around like a west wind
nothing settles all is a
here there and every were
grounding hard to find
and strength slowy ebbing away
how we wish it wasnt so
did we have to have that now
did this have to come right at this moment
how I wish to lay upon a bed
curl up inside the darkness
and leave behind the troubles
of just a day
another day.
Just another day
were today the difference is you
the smile you bring
the arms you fold
around me so
filling me with warmth
and the strength to carry on
my resolve enforced
my heart boosted
all because of one simple
showing of utter friendship
this isnt another day
its a day to move on
and enjoy those
that show us the hand of guidence
and love us for us
no matter the avalanches
that cascade through all our lifes.
head aches pounded by echoes
of recent comments thoughts
all circling around like a west wind
nothing settles all is a
here there and every were
grounding hard to find
and strength slowy ebbing away
how we wish it wasnt so
did we have to have that now
did this have to come right at this moment
how I wish to lay upon a bed
curl up inside the darkness
and leave behind the troubles
of just a day
another day.
Just another day
were today the difference is you
the smile you bring
the arms you fold
around me so
filling me with warmth
and the strength to carry on
my resolve enforced
my heart boosted
all because of one simple
showing of utter friendship
this isnt another day
its a day to move on
and enjoy those
that show us the hand of guidence
and love us for us
no matter the avalanches
that cascade through all our lifes.
3 comments:
Just finished reading the latest seven posts. WHERE does your inspiration come from? To be as prolific a writer as you are is truly brilliant. There is always something in each post that brings back a memory or touches a chord. I do wish you would consider publishing all your work.
Regards,
Melech
It seems a little more than I need to check the information, because I was thinking: Why does not my GLOG these things!
That flood of happiness someone can bring to a bland life-the rush, it's addicting. Part 2 of this poem describes how a day, a mood, can be changed by a smile, an embrace or a few thoughtful words. Thoughtful words have become my new mood-altering substance. Yours are addicting.
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