Too Glad To Reveal My Moment

Many yesterdays ago, I shut myself out from everyone and everything, just lied there waiting to die; with no friends to come by and say hello, to make me laugh like a clown: when my moods were at a stand-still, and I was about to cry... Too glad to reveal my moment and share it even with a stranger... how loneliness held me in bondage, and wouldn't release me from its tight hand; so happy to enjoy every sun-ray, which feels better when the dog-woods gently sway, and spring offers more than it can: and accepting this gift, I am greeted by a new friend! If smiles make one look younger, and promise a longer life...why was its secret kept from me? I wish...I had smiled more often, to have never been surrounded by fretful shadows, and be spoken to by morbid voices; all the hopelessness and despair would have been unfelt, and none of the memories would have lingered on regret... Too glad to reveal my moment, a moment so joyfully expressed by words, and emotions that no longer remain silent; so excited to declare this freedom with a loud sound: even without wings, I would soar over those clouds! Confide in me, hesitant friends...no road is too smooth, and no unnourished tree can bear an exquisite fruit; plant your seed today, plant it where the rains abound! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci