As I've thought of days
gone by
I wipe a wistful tear
from my eye,
Ancient memories flood
my mind,
As I look towards the
sky.
I need to have a smoke
again,
And sit down by the window
frame,
To mull it all over some
more,
let the breeze ease my
pain.
Relaxation now, yes, I
will
To dissolve that bitter
pill,
Calmed down by the stars
I see,
whilst sitting on the
window sill.
As the stars all start
to shine,
I feel my emotions decline
As I fade into peace with
myself,
I find that peace is mine.
Depression will always
reverse,
My comments won't always
be so terse,
I cast my gaze towards
the moon,
And feel at one with the
universe.
Now I look towards the
month of June,
And hope for that feeling
soon,
I was sitting on a window
sill,
And staring at the moon.
