Chasing the Blues
Dark clouds hover near,
And obscure my view.
Things look dreary,
And I feel so blue.
Suddenly the sun bursts
Forth through the gloom,
And scatters the clouds,
Like a giant broom.
Gone is the darkness…
Light rules the day,
And all the blues
Have been chased away!
Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2017
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