The Bad Summer Daze

poetry

O how many summer mornings shall be filled with anger

When cooperation can be the first solution ?

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O how many summer mid days are filled with joy

While pain exists so deep within our souls ?

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O how many summer evenings drag on in dullness

Without distraction or relief from all the hurt ?

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O how many more days must I wait in the heat

While time continue to pass me by ?

2 thoughts on “The Bad Summer Daze

  1. I think one answer might be that song, you know…

    To everything (turn, turn, turn)
    There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
    And a time for every purpose, under heaven

    A time to be born, a time to die
    A time to plant, a time to reap
    A time to kill, a time to heal
    A time to laugh, a time to weep

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