Mama said there’d be days like this…
You know, the ‘pushing water up-hill’ kind of day
But just like the frolicking laughter days pass
So too, the double-trouble days will slip away
Over the edge of the western sky-line
The bag and baggage of it disappears
Only to be remembered as ‘that was the day’
As we recall the highs and the lows of life’s years
And for all we know, someday looking back
Remembering again this day we had
We will simply shake our heads and laugh
Saying it really wasn't all that bad
Thanks Janet for the reminder that this too (lousy days included) will pass.
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem, Mosk