POETRY.





Moments of Happiness.



My moments of happiness these days are few and far between.


They slipped away some time ago, I know not where they’ve been.


Most moments these days are difficult, bruised black and blue.


When happy moments do arise, I know not what to do.




A drought so dry, the land, struck with sickness and with pain.


My moments of happiness, are but single drops of rain.


My moments of happiness, dead leaves on every branch rife.


The leaves they fall, the tree a skeleton, now bereft of any life.




But droughts they break, and lifeless leaves, they grow back for sure.


Droplets of rain grow into showers, then into something more.


Suddenly these moments multiply, they soon feel like the norm.


Never fear, my moments of happiness will soon become a storm.



by Neale Lucas

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