It's funny how we go about, like ships in the night Wondering Did I do this right or Did I hurt somebody's Heart? Do people love to share or are they too afraid? We often think we are estranged and yet this person, that person Yearns for fellowship
The nighttime comes all mercy gone What is the answer pray And then a song thrush clears it's throat To welcome this new day
Whatever was I thinking of, what darkness came to lurk? To dampen my ardour and steal my precious joy Oh, Take care my friend,Let's leap the ravene of sorrow We'll land afresh and say, "What's this?" The songthrush sings," It's Yesturday's Tomorrow!"
Christine B
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Posted: Aug 2018
About this poem:
Thank you for reading my poem. It's my first attempt so guidance is very welcome.
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