Melancholy Day
By: Felix Perry
Woke to a cloudy sky painting my window gray
Instead of the usual bird song, just the beat of rain
Heard moaning of a train whistle from across town
Sat up and groaning as my old body gave me pain
Recalled a song from long ago, really it was long ago
It was one my Mom used to sing along with maybe
Can’t remember all sad lyrics or even the faint melody
I do recall that the title was called Melancholy Baby
Sip my steeped tea, nibble on a piece of burnt toast
Stare out the window hoping to see a hint of sunlight
Mind and soul hurt so deep that I just want to hide away
Far from the gray of my melancholy, deep-felt insight…
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Come to me my melancholy baby
Cuddle up and don't be blue
All your fears are foolish fancy, maybe
You know dear that I'm in love with you.
Every cloud must have a silver lining...etc.
recalled your mothers arms and her sunlit laughter too, Much love :)
Ron
really appreciated it...I think because it was so well written,
but also because it illustrated a familiarity of days such as
you describe that in some form we have all experienced..
There was also such artistry in your expression which
I found very pleasing...
I hope the Sun is shining for you today Fee..
Your pains have gone, your toast isn’t burnt...
and happier thoughts abound...!
Best wishes,
Diana...
Rebecca
Sandie