There’d be days like this

I sit looking out the kitchen window
It’s gray and rainy
But they say it will clear

I was mulling over my life
I saw a stranger this morning
in my mirror

I remember once someone said
You confuse love with sex

Funny I thought that affection
is considered sex? though it’s love
So I’m mixed up, cause I do love you

I listen to the radio
An old blues song is playing
There’d be days like this

©Dale Clark