Beautiful days
There are days of sunshine, days of rain,
days of happiness, and those of pain –
I sit there with a smile as I
watch all those beautiful days go by.
There are days of sunshine, days of rain,
days of happiness, and those of pain –
I sit there with a smile as I
watch all those beautiful days go by.
I spent my days in solitude
with bitterness and growing spite
but now that I’ve met multitudes
days are tiring but a delight.
When it comes to leading others,
I could use a firmer hand.
But I hate being a bother
so I often let things stand.
I heard of a soul that tried
to reach out by breaking their toys.
Sadly, his wish was denied –
no one could hear him through the noise.
Meeting new people tonight
at a big city meet-up
and hopefully I just might
be able to put my feet up.
I’ve found you after all these years
of wandering with bitter tears
that trickled down my hardened face
that softens now thanks to your grace.
She had on her the smell of ages
and a vivid passion that still rages.
She asked me for a harvest tryst
and it never occurred to me to resist.
Smelling of rain and fresh-cut flowers,
she was jovial and gaily attired
and I got so drunk upon her powers
that I can’t remember what transpired.
How it pains me, the sweet caress
that leaves red scars upon my flesh,
but our lovemaking is such I’m left
out of breath and soaked with sweat.
Your countenance, aloof and cold,
serves to draw me towards your side,
so enthralled and lost within your hold
that I curled up at your feet and died.