The Playground of Life
Beautiful skies,
Somber lies,
Blood seest guilt,
Rainbows seest rain,
We all go around,
The merry-go-round,
Of life,
We cherish the moments,
Seest by strife,
But when we play,
On the playground of life,
And around we go,
We see all the dismal,
and dizzy lights show,
We see a pattern,
Below the high lights,
But we never know,
When disaster will show.
Copyright © Ronald Bunch | Year Posted 2013
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