Mini Bipolar
MINI BIPOLAR
Feeling cold,
Getting old.
Clouds of doom
Invade my room.
I feel fine
In bright sunshine
Warm feeling
Floor to ceiling.
Before dressed
I feel depressed,
Can’t get fired
Feeling tired.
Since my birth,
On this earth
I get to stay
Yet another day!
Feeling left out
When out and about.
I’m never heard
Not a word.
When I am there
I can share,
And feel a bond
As they respond.
Yes, I guess
I’m lunar; solar;
Mini bipolar.
Copyright © Stanley Ohlswager | Year Posted 2016
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