The Black Dog

The black dog I don’t always sing a happy song The black dog bites and I’m all gone And I can’t see the sunshine then Wasted days are not my friend So I wait for it to pass To make me want my life to last There is no need to contemplate When all you can do is sit and wait So I see others with lives so clear And I wonder how I get to there Who makes the decision meant for me When all I want is to live life free. © Paul Warren Poetry