Am I pleased? Am I immensely contented?
Frequently, asked myself every night,
Hoping my life’s flow won’t be misled,
When my head and pillow unite.
Every dawn with warm sun rise,
I position my mind to be gentle,
And assure myself in beneficence guise,
Keeping away bejeweled ornamentals.
As sun gently touches the beautiful loam,
I step gently towards my daily routine.
Sometimes days gets sour as lemon,
And sometimes like sugar cane.
Am I happy? Is the day truly joyful?
Often asked with the looming of dusk
And realize it’s not up incredibly gleeful;
Seems like the flowing of river Usk.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 6:28 AM UTC
Am I pleased? Am I immensely contented?
Frequently, asked myself every night,
Hoping my life’s flow won’t be misled,
When my head and pillow unite.
Every dawn with warm sun rise,
I position my mind to be gentle,
And assure myself in beneficence guise,
Keeping away bejeweled ornamentals.
As sun gently touches the beautiful loam,
I step gently towards my daily routine.
Sometimes days gets sour as lemon,
And sometimes like sugar cane.
Am I happy? Is the day truly joyful?
Often asked with the looming of dusk
And realize it’s not up incredibly gleeful;
Seems like the flowing of river Usk.
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