Nice days can't be enjoyed.
I thought about this as I drove around smelling the coming of spring,
and I thought about this as the Beach Boy's sang,
"and we'll have fun fun fun till daddy takes the t-bird away."
I walked around the park and watched all of the smiling faces.
The day was gentle, the wild flowers in bloom, people were picnicing,
young men had their shirts off playing sports. Girls sat near by watching.
Dogs were being walked, and people were laughing.
I thought "It's these people who destroy lives."
I wondered how many laughing hearts they'd choked out to keep their own,
the monsters are the winners, and the innocent children didn't make me smile anymore.
Nice days can't be enjoyed I thought, as I limped back to my vehicle,
wishing I were one of them,
but I am not.