a pain filled heart pierced
perception polluted by
the murky lesions of regret
if life were so wonderfully
easy
one would become far too
complacent and bored
its the gouges that make us
better appreciate the blooms
when they come
and I dare say
that once wounded poet heart so deep
recognizes
the storm clouds have at last scattered
and the sunlight's love
has begun shining on his
former dreary days
I say
its gonna be a heavenly afternoon
so smile a little
even whistle a sappy tune some
and get up off your dusty thoughts
my good man
and take a walk with me
I'll have you singing a happy tune
before the day has closed............
(Nov. 6, 2009 433am)