Some Days by TPJ
Some days I’m quiet,
Some days I’m nice,
Some days I help people,
Some days I think twice.
Other days are harder,
Cuz other days I sleep,
Looking at the news,
Makes my heart weep
For the world, and the girl have no time for attention
It seems the boys and the girls in the world show no affection
For this beautiful place or the time that it takes,
To make one other person smile instead they just race,
Through the beautiful world full or magical curls
moving too fast to see is wonderful curves…
Other days are great,
Another chance of clean slates
With every new dawn comes another chance to create
– and be better –
To throw yourself in deep and get wetter
Some days I don’t need an umbrella
Some days its nice to actually feel rain.
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