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
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2019
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