SOME DAYS ARE LIKE PEARLS

 

Some days are like pearls - some are like dust

And as each unfurls, we do what we must

Some musts are a pleasure and some are a pain

Like stepping on nails, made dull red from rust.

Today's musts were sharp and rather like splinters

Like hard icy twigs in hard icy winters

Oh, but the musts gave way to such gifts!

... good friends, heart's desires

And attitude shifts

 

 

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