Inanimate object, dark dusty hall
Drops from the gutter, damp on the wall
Cracks in the ceiling, sagging floor
Peeling off wallpaper, tatty and torn
Paint a bleak picture, colour it in
Pictures of grey or anything dim
Just make it dismal, capture a frown
Sometimes I think we enjoy being down
Thinking the worst, worry and strife
Instead of just simply enjoying our life
The truth of its clear, I would rather smile
Even if tinged with a tear once a while
Banish that feeling, banish that grief
As I want to be like the child that’s beneath.
Child beneath
2 Comments to “Child beneath”
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Jem, I really, really like this one. It speaks to me 🙂
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Big Smiles. Glad you liked it. Wrote it some time back but a firm favourite and one I return to from time to time.
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