Poetry Monday

November 28, 2016

Written: March 26, 2013

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There are good times,
there are bad.
Holding on to troubles will
only make you sad.

What are you looking for,
for what are you searching?
Staying happy is all I wish for
you because you are hurting.

I care of your love,
I care of your hate.
To where it is directed,
I cannot assimilate.

I pray for clarity,
whatever the cost.
So that you might smile,
once more and oft.