there is a joy unseen in this gray there is green being lowly, appearing mean as to why? remains unseen grieving seems to be a friend foretelling me a bitter end laugh a little, cry a lot accept reality…it’s your best shot bend a little now or break a while later sorrow will not stay-does not hold the morrow hope trickles in to stand on your side your arrange it neatly and try to hide as the dust settles on your weary mind from this spinning that is yet unkind is there ro... more »