Sometimes are times like these, when things just feel alright,
Other times I feel breeze, kick up the dust I bite,
Although now seems just fine, I know what comes later,
Sadness will come due time, each time it gets greater,
Then I hope happiness, will come A-S-A-P,
Then all the sappiness, is taken out of me,
A constant back and forth, that's turmoil inside me,
From east, west, south, to north, I circulate my plea,
That is to love and care, for all friends and family,
Also to help and share, the pain and agony.
A neat little Alexandrine poem.
