The sun slowly rises
And the frost on the ground
Sparkles and dances
As we drive around
Watch the leaves fall
So thickly it's like rain
Showering me in dirt
My smile reflected in the windowpane
The sky's such a pretty hue
Seen from far away
Smile, won't you
Though we never play
Getting stronger throughout
Just not my resolution
Hands stained with dirt
Landscape covered in litter and pollution
Blisters on my feet
Pimples on my face
Hitches in my plans
Trying to find my place
But I'll smile and laugh
At little things I like
The sparkling ground
A frost laden hitch, roof, bike
Standing on covered porches
While leaves shower down
Smiling at strangers
So long as they don't frown
Riding in the back of trucks
Cold wind pushing on my skin
Driving backwards on sidewalks
Seeing where I've been
Don't know exactly where I'm going
Hardly know where I was
But I suppose that's okay
Because, who really does?
I've written poems one per day
ReplyDeleteFor each one you wrote while I was away
I locked my feelings in a chest
But guilt slipped out a tiny pest
Crawled into my ear resides inside
So now I write to rectify
I know I can't reverse the clock
Or restore that missing time
This anguish poked my frozen heart
I keep it up to help me rhyme
This guilt has made my poems worse
But I won't give up on the last verse