If I get the chance to live on long enough for someone to call me wise
I yearn to tell them things will not always work out
But its okay you believed they would
You can draw a tiny house with a yellow sun in the corner of the page
Paint the roof brick red
Place a blue car next to a tree
Remember to draw a smile on the boys’ and girl’s faces
This will be your work of art and it deserves a place on the wall
As this drawing is replaced with another
You’ll start to wonder why
The windows were always closed
Inside, there might be two lonely people
With an insatiable desire to get over with the day
I must tell them some nights
They’ll cry themselves to sleep
And the next day will still carry its memory
Although very soon, between now and then
While the clouds above the house remain blue
A time would have passed by
Making the memory a part of itself
And you’ll start to wonder why
You only drew the front view of this house.

- F.S