
I am me and me alone,
and my emotions are unknown.
Even to me I have to say,
for they change from day to day.
I often have the urge to write,
it gives me pleasure, great delight.
Makes me feel like a creator,
as I put my thoughts by pen to paper.
Sometimes the outlook seems far from bright,
through a muddled haze out comes the light.
I love to sit beside the sea,
hear childrens laughter as they run free.
Music lifts the spirits high,
sad people elated no longer cry.
Birds sing and make their nests,
when I watch them I am impressed.
Animals also have their charm,
I pray they are well looked after nor come to harm.
Sport is a colourful display to watch,
footballers in bright attire wearing matching socks.
Children drawing pictures kept well amused,
enjoying colour, so many different hues.
I'm not too keen on dark and dismal,
because I find it makes me miserable.
I've never met anyone just like me,
and that makes me laugh hysterically!




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