For a few months time
I kept a poetry notebook
Always by my side.
When I would write about
Something happy and positive
It would be written on the next page from the front of my notebook.
When I would write about
Something sad and somber or negative
I would write it on the next page from the back of my notebook.
It almost seemed like a competition then
Which would fill up my pages first?
Joy or sorrow?
Now and then I still take that notebook
Thumb it open
And examine its pages.
The only difference is
That now my happiness
Is written on my face
In the form of a smile
And you are the author
Who placed it there.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC
For a few months time
I kept a poetry notebook
Always by my side.
When I would write about
Something happy and positive
It would be written on the next page from the front of my notebook.
When I would write about
Something sad and somber or negative
I would write it on the next page from the back of my notebook.
It almost seemed like a competition then
Which would fill up my pages first?
Joy or sorrow?
Now and then I still take that notebook
Thumb it open
And examine its pages.
The only difference is
That now my happiness
Is written on my face
In the form of a smile
And you are the author
Who placed it there.
To come after the day of work, till then, have a good day friends.
Request permission to use this poem