April Mop (Fool's April) - Poem by George Sicillia
I wish all that happened to me today is April mop, but it isn't
It's even not half day yet in this first of April, but so much trouble i face
Spent few minutes to walk around and try to found something better
But all seems foolish in this fool's-day.
What could i expect now?
Would i said that everything alright with me now? am not a liar
For a while can't hear song of my soul, not even it's echoes.
Now i just try hard to get my joy, nobody allowed to steal it from me.
Lovely me... how would you divert this circumstance?
Ok, I'll not crying! no moan.. no anger.. no complain.. no bitter..
I'll continue my life and count my blesses
I think there are many things to thanking for
This is fool-day but also God's day
Am not alright but under His control
Maybe there still a lot of that i need to throw away from my life
I hold it too tight so far, that's why i just stupefied
(it's not a poem at all, just a scratch)
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