A Bit Blue
A Bit Blue
Just as the birds sing in the morning and
the children play in the evening as all in
their days through. No matter how I feel
they have a good day.
So, with each, I know of this to be true. I find
I am not so blue, knowing just what they do.
I say I love you through my window
on Life’s view.
If there are some other ways to so do, knowing
of life as you do. I’ll say, tell me more of such life’s
to do’s? From your windows on life’s view
no longer being blue.
Copyright © John Hardison | Year Posted 2020
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