I try to hide my gloom,
keep it in my own room.
Not let it infect AD,
only allow it to affect me.
After 50 plus years,
I've conquered my fears,
but the gloom still appears.

It lost its bite,
but it still tries to fight,
then spread its might,
enter the AD site.
It's jealous of love,
strongly tries to shove,

love won't move.

Love is strongly anchored in,
will continue to win,
until my end.
I don't have anymore time to waste on hate,
I'm wise to hates fate.
Hate can go on without me,
years ago I broke free.
I love the natural high,
not the devils
 phony try.

G