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.
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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.