The Only Way Is Up
Where do I go from here
Now that there’s little to lose
I feel sorrow but I won’t sing the blues
What I thought I had was not there at all
The pot of gold I thought I had
Was always a brick wall
Copyright © Margaret Bonnette | Year Posted 2012
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