Mourning Then Morning Now
I know sometimes my rhymes get dark and dense
Grow grim and grimmer tense and in suspense
I must seem enigmatic at the least
The Antichrist perhaps or just the Beast
I do not wish to lose my audience
For I would be invited to the feast
If only for green apples and brown rice
Perhaps a little Twining's Earl Grey tea
And I on best behavior would be nice
I think we would get on fabulously
Sometimes my rhymes are grim because of him
Some joys which were are not because of her
But it is not my nature to be grim
And I regret those smiles which never were
Because of the shenanigans of some
Who bum me out and would not let spring come
If ever there were a time to transcend
And to embrace the moment face to face
I think that time has come my reading friend
To leave those doomed to drama to God's grace
Mourning then morning now
On with the show somehow
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMV
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