I guess I’m crazy
For wishing for spring
There is no sense in crying
Waiting for birds to sing
I’m waiting for flowers
For blossoms in the trees
All we are getting is snow
Winter can be such a tease
Gray skies lurking above
Not even a trace of blue
The only thing close is me
That is because I’m blue
I have lost my faith in
Predictability. I have lost my
Faith in a pledge. Disappointment
And broken words have
Dismayed me, even though
Expectations were never that high.
We learn as we get older
To be true to your word
To take another path would
Be truly absurd. The one
You hurt is yourself. That
Would be a fool’s mission.
Forgive and move on and
Stay safe in being you.
Stanski
March 28, 2024, ^
Steve Haarman 