The Tarnished Treasure
The critics rue the day,
for they don't like the rain.
They can't look inside hearts,
where is the real pain.
People walking the streets,
some care about their gait.
While others simply try,
to keep up with their fate.
The hope we keep alive,
that the sun will return.
When it all will depend,
on what we have earned.
Something we have in life,
to make the spirit fly.
Even if the heavens,
choose this day to cry.
When comes the dark of night,
the yellow moon above.
Will shed its light on thee,
to show the humans love.
The life we all must face,
may not be all pleasure.
but we could find that life
is a tarnished treasure!
date:4/13/21
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