As I drift away
in the breeze that sways,
I feel the sun come down
on mw like the warm blanket I yearn.
There were days I would prance
in the rainbow flower fields and dance
to the music of the wind,
but those days are gone.
Instead, I can watch my
grandchildren run and play and fly
into fun pretends. Sitting here on
this swing isn't so bad.
And I drift away to
my days of old and young, few
that I can say I am not thankful for.
Ah, such a bright Sunday this is.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
