It is a perfectly good day
Except the haze that is in my face
It is a perfectly happy day
Then a tiny memory, took it away.
Smiles upon my face
Blessings upon my grace
So much of warmth I can embrace
Then a tiny memory, took me to the grave.
Home alone, I slept away my wearies
40 winks to silence my worries
Waking up, tired and dready
Then came a tiny memory.
Why amidst all the happiness, comes sadness
Why amidst my dreams, comes ambiguousness
Why amidst my kindness, comes this tiny memory that has painful gestures.
1 comment:
how true indeed.....just this tiny memory can do harm, happiness or therapy
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