Moody Moments
Foul, black depressing mood - Begone!
Lift this mantle, you’ve made me don.
Let the smile return to my face
that I might meet the day with grace.
Thoughts and feelings, suppressed within,
struggle to escape, from depths wherein
my true blithe spirit still exists,
but which this alien mood resists!
So ill humour, get on your way!
I’ll not be fussed by you today.
No matter how the day might end,
I prefer good nature, as my friend.
Rhymer February 12th, 2017.
Copyright © Denis Barter | Year Posted 2017
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