It's Hard, to Write of Joy, of....Wonder
To think of happiness.
Well, just, for me.....
When, my worlds, fully filled, with.... sorrow.
Happy times, of yesterday's, now.... Mere memories.
Sadly overshadowed, by my today's.
I grasp, each fleeting moment.
Like it t'were my last breath,
here......
On earth.
And I .....
Wonder
Why, I even bother....
Giajl © Jim Love
Sometimes its hard to bother
Sometimes its hard to bother to bother. Or something.