Poetry: Their Sum
There are days
meant for living
and there are those
that are unforgiving.
Dreams can soar
and fly so high
and they can fall
and wither and die.
Life can be easy
a joy to feel
or feed you poison
and make you reel.
Loving can be
a precious thing
or all your blood
from you wring.
The sum of these
can happiness make
or punch you out
and make you break.
Hey Rob. I only wish good days for you…. no bad days. We will fix the bad days.
Thanks Bec! It’s going to be just fine😀
I agree with boundlessblessings. If that beautiful piece is simplistic then give me more simplistic! 🙂
Thank you as always! Happy Good Friday
Yes, yes Happy Good Friday, Easter, hoping you have a joyous weekend 🙂
brilliant composition
Thank you very much, so nice of you to say! I thought it was a bit simplistic, so I appreciate this comment
It sure was good.