I Will Be Glad And Rejoice In It
Somedays come
and just for fun
we chose to try
to change them.
Shading sun
and blocking wind
we choose to shape
and to begin
to change them.
Rays of warmth
from bright sunlight,
embrace our skin
with sweet delight.
We cover up
and get uptight.
We change them.
The Sun goes setting
in the West,
we realize
we've done our best
to change them.
Some days go
and then we know,
we've blown them.
Some days dawn
and it is fun
to own them.
Some days end
and we pretend
we've beat them.
But thinking of
our future days,
we greet them.
The_Marquise
