No Place To Go

The day is weary on its feet The night, filled with dark misgivings, What would gladden my heart? What would inspire my soul? Why my mind is compelled to dwell on death? Why I may never know where to go? Ha, those shaded lawns Those dusty roads Swimming in muddy ponds Splashing through the puddles with gaiety, I live in passionate reminiscence dreaming with moist eyes, My greatest possession— Memories of playful days of my childhood. ~Contest: A Brian Strand Premiere Choice.