Monday, October 02, 2006

good morning sunshine

I’m putting on my boots
To wade the river of sadness
Running outside your door

I’m slipping on my coat
To keep away the of tears
Falling from your red eyes

I’m grabbing my shovel
To dig my way through the depression
You’ve buried yourself under

I’m coming over to say hi.
“good morning sunshine”


(a poem I wrote that one day may make itself into a song)

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