adventures in dysthymia

Monday, October 10, 2011

Sun

Laugh or cry, curse or pray,
the sun still sets at end of day.

What we do, what we say,
each memory is swept away.

Accept what is, question why,
no answer serves to satisfy.

Curse or pray, laugh or cry,
the sun sinks lower in your sky.

Stephen Brooke ©2011

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