Real... Poem by Nestor David Armas

Cheer up lass

Why bother with all that jazz?

Always a new day

Like fresh hay,

Roll in the grass

Even if it isn't green

Just add a little water

Or burn it down with gas

The future remains unseen

It's all fodder,

Best left to those

Who chose,

To sit in despair,

Pull up a chair

And smile

For a little while,

Soon you'll laugh

Your full glass though half,

Will soon fill

But until,

Don't think of your plight

Dream, dream in light,

For nothing is more real

Than your hopes and the love you feel...

(03/31/2012)