Dark Side
We live our lives in pieces,
A little at a time.
Some pieces lived in sadness,
While others are sublime.
The bad times leave so slowly,
The good times leave too soon.
Some times we live in secret,
On the dark side of the moon.
Copyright © Hal Deats | Year Posted 2023
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