Monday morning, rise again, peace be with you, my love, my friend
Sounds of softness, a piano plays, waking up from a bitter haze
Recalling all the mistakes encountered, days of waste and many floundered
Words embellished or not quite true, making them pretty because of you
Fragile, delicate, reminiscent of a flower, left along to rise and tower
To disguise and shape a petal arm, flatter with a southern charm
A shell so frail, intransigent, unwavering from one’s common sense
The end of shame, the bittersweet, undesired claim can never meet
The edge of forever, from long ago, goodbye my love, my friend, my foe.
Much Love Much Life