Will it Always Be This Way

                                             

        Of these cold and rainy May days, I’ve grown weary;
        Tho' I shout the words out loud, seems no one hears me.

I’m sure God made the sun – to bring our days a lot more fun,
yet they're so dreary!

Expecting sunshine, I arise – none finds its way into my eyes,
I’m disappointed.

To entertain myself, I try - tiresome season, go on by,
I shall ignore you.

I scale a mountain high and wide and look upon the other side –
it is no greener.

Am l to always feel this bad - or will a new day make me glad;
will there be sunbeams?

Will it always be this dour? Or can it change within the hour –
from sad to joyful?

And then, upon a gentle wind the answers come ‘a floating in
ah, sweet surprises!

A sudden floral smell delights, and things begin to feel alright
the birds are singing..

Their days are short and mine are long - how lovely they fill theirs with song while I’m complaining.

©2016 Peggy Toney Horton~