I sit on my bed
Sip my coffee in thoughtful daze
Then I lay me down
And stare at space in soulful glaze
I hear the music blare
The sirens scream
And I wonder with sulky gloom
Of days gone by
Should I ponder?
Should I cry?
Or should I still my sigh
And sing in Joy?
I catch my breath and think of you
Then breathe a prayer of thanks for you
The days gone by, seem so few!
(An old text message sent to Mung)
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