What a Fine Day
It feels like today
is falling into place
when I determine your face
It is bright…
A touch of light
is shone
as glorious as the sun
Then I slip on my own face
What a fine day
I’m not ashamed to say it
It’s a perfect occasion to say it
I can’t believe it’s happening
so abruptly,
intruding a long,
fatigued day
I’m just rolling along
Beside the ocean
Behind the mountains
Lift up my lowly spirits
Laughing maniacally
like a freaky clown
This fine day…
Soon withers away
with murky clouds
turning my smile
into a frown
singing tenderly
a most calming rhythm
sending dismay
in my urbanized bones
Hiking…climbing
on vast mountains
caught in the tone
of my withering voice
and it’s about time I rejoice
better than earning a fortune
the way I sing that tune
will flip the day like a dime
revolving the night to day
echoing the same tune
like a lullaby
The time is coming soon
What a fine day
I’m not ashamed to say it
It’s a perfect occasion to say it
I can’t believe it’s happening,
but I must roam
home and sparkle
my duty
and fulfill
My fine day
no more dismay
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2011
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