SAD SUNDAY
A sad Sunday,
I don't know why,
I wake up and want to cry,
Maybe a bad dream ,
I can't remember,
Or maybe because it's nearly November,
When the memories,
Of my misspent youth,
Come back to haunt me,
Like blowing leaves on the roof,
When the warmth of the fire,
Makes me recall again,
The times, the places,
And lost old friends,
Who are gone forever,
Without a goodbye,
Always wanting the truth,
But then living a lie,
An Autumn chill,
Crawls up my spine,
Harbinger of winter,
And frosty pine,
Afraid of the falling,
That I know must come,
And ending this poem,
Cause it's just plain dumb!
BURMA SHAVE
LOL!
WOW we soooooooooooooooo think the same in the poem department. This is actually beautiful in a sad sorta way, but I love it. If we admit all of us can truly relate to this poem. Even if your really not sad. Maybe u are......Ya know this poem touched my heart. Hey Ill share a poem I wrote for my mom yrs ago. I write poetry too. When I used to get sad it was an out for the way I felt. Have a lovely blessed evening. Your true bff, Cheryl. :)))))
ReplyDeleteI would love to read some of your poetry, Yellow Rose! You know me all too well, Cheryl, I really was sad this morning! I loved your blog, but it made me a little thoughtful, and thinking about things from my past! So it's all your fault! LOL!
DeleteJust shows what a great writer you are, Lady Mim!
Hugs and kissies,
Danny