A Bit Blue
A Bit Blue.
Just as the birds sing in the morning and
the children play in the evening as all
their days through. No matter how I feel
they have a good deal.
So with each I know this to be true, I find
I am not so blue, knowing just what they
do. I’ll say I love you true through my window
on life’s view.
If there is some better way to do knowing of
life as you do? Tell me of more things in life
to do, from your window on life to find life
no longer blue.
Copyright © John Hardison | Year Posted 2016
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