Missing the Sun (A Poem)
The sun is already
setting.
It is way too early.
I’ve worked hard all
day
And now it’ll be dark
before I have time to play.
Maybe if it came up a
little bit earlier in the morning
I wouldn’t be finding
myself mourning.
I
might feel a little bit more joy
Listening
to the early birds sing.
I know there’s no way
to change it.
And I’m sure there
will be those who argue the dark is more fun.
It is what it is.
But, I sure am
missing the sun.
Image courtesy of ipicgr via Pixabay
There are so many
people complaining lately.
I can’t escape it,
it’s all around me.
It’s like I am
constantly drowning
In a sea of
negativity.
Everyone is so easily
angered
And, sometimes, their
reasons are so outrageous.
They are entitled to
their opinions, of course,
But pessimism tends
to be highly contagious.
Maybe it’s the way
they want to live their lives
But being around so
much darkness just isn’t much fun.
I am shaded by doom
and gloom and defeatism.
And I sure am missing
the sun.
Very good, I love it! So true too...
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