As it seems sweet and good,
It turns sour and bad.
As it look hood and mean,
Most likely it’s a miserable queen.
As your mind make foul visions,
Your heart says ‘your no longer winning’.
As the world turn, and time leaves,
Your no longer happy, and full of grieve,
So please.
Can we all have our moment?
Can we all pass the bad?


                                      Marci H.