Blue

Would there be bracing mornings
would there be brighter futures
would there be just dealings
would there be still hopes

should there be more sunrise to behold
should there be more dreams to hold
should there be more crumbs to taste
should there be more mist to savor

could there be greener pastures
could there be delightful tomorrows
could there be fairer skies
could there be blissful days

how would I escape from these blues?
how should I?
could I?
I must

 

• Ian Limpangog
• April 16, 2011
• Categories: Personal