-- MOODY BLUES --
By John Herlihy
We all succumb at some point in time to moody blues,
Even our dreams may turn to nightmares as we snooze.
Our moods turn with the force of a turning kaleidoscope,
One moment soaring high, the next at the end of a rope.
Even my happiness can sometimes make me feel sad.
What right do I have to be feeling like this, so very glad?
Our sorrows did deep as our happiness may induce guilt;
Clear waters now run muddy as my life fills up with silt.
The sun is shining ever so brightly so why do I feel regret;
The moon and stars in the night glisten to help me forget.
These moods do feel like ghosts fallen in my soul haunted;
They come and go as they like as I on my path sauntered.
I have come to accept the fickleness of these moody blues;
Whether in rain or shine, I can deal with them as I choose.
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(c) John Herlihy 11 March 2019
Hugs,
Jane
Rebecca