As I sit here writing,
my mind is fighting.
A spark is being lit,
so maybe I can smile a bit.
I run a tight ship,
so I put my negativity on a blip.
There are plenty of reasons to be sad,
but I'm glad,
I can find the merry me,
so that my soul can be joyfully free.
The storm may come,
and the storm may go,
But the merry me will still flow.
I tattooed my joy deep down in my soul,
storing it away from the cold.
It warms my heart,
and brightens my start.
G
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Nico
Great rhyme, and write!
tony:)
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Nancy