Thoughts come in sort
of a weary way
day gloomy but, summer
will come someday
Tree limbs gliding with a windy breeze
refresh so sweetly all the young trees
Quite thought as mind moves along
emotional memories come in a song
Alone is thy self as
life made her plan
pretend to draw dreams in long lost sand
Watch the movement of
the daily grind
emotions come and go
within the mind
Another day of peace and quiet again
this is life
hoping for a blessed win-win
- Rhoda Galgiani