Optimistic Orange
Memories accumulate with each passing year
Some dark with troubles, some marked with cheer
I would rather stay focused on the smallest of things
For these are the ones I can keep in control
When everyday problems have taken their toll
Outside the window is a little orange tree
The laughter of children is heard in the breeze
We can feel hearts surrender while looking at three
quirky round faces, that look back at me
There are three rotund oranges, lined up on the fence
Left from the children who were playing last week
They picked a few oranges right off our tree,
then painted small faces, … with smiles on their cheeks
They'll remain there, to remind us that the happiness never leaves
So strange it seems, some things are meant
such little things. of no consequence
are the very same things, that might soon fade away,
but remain close to our hearts, the rest of our days
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3/5/16
For United Colors: Orange Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
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