Smiles break and tears dry up.
Too bad life can’t be all giggles.
Then again, maybe it is the rough spots
Making us tight and sad
That is the steady slow bass to our Song.
A friend cried today.
That happens more than I like.
Both this friend crying,
And crying done by friends.
I want to let them all know these are
The good times.
There are real sorrows out there.
Bloody, cruel, vile and Brutal.
Compared to that
My problems are sort of
Blessings.
So, I wait and I think.
I know all is good,
Getting better, too.
But how to share this certainty?
