(Another poem found in the annals of my Brother word processor years. Who knows when this was originally drafted.)


Poetry runs




Music plays




I cannot explain.

Is it joy?

Is it pain?

Will it be sunny?

Will it be rain?

I cannot tell you.

I cannot say.

We can say we will live forever.

We can take it day by day.

But, isn’t it all the same?

Today may be eternity.

Tomorrow may be the last.


I cannot say.

I will not say.

Published by Mind Stroll

This is a collage. This is old and new. This is mainly new added to old. This is not a test.

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