It's a new day but I treat it like the last.
I guess I'm stuck in my past.
No.
No more.
I'm a new person.
A new face,
One with a smile
One with hope.
And I will play this part well
Because this is me.
And nothing will change that.
AGD
YOU ARE READING
Painting With Words
PoetryThese are subtle glimpses I get from the lives of the people around me, written as poems. Some refer to me; most don't. Enjoy.
