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Blues..
As i sit sometimes like others,
thinking of those close,
like our friends
our brothers
our sisters
our mothers
a father
a daughter
why is it sometimes
they don't treat you like they oughta?
~
A simple act
a kind word spoken
a touch on the arm
some gesture
a token.
~
There really are so many things
that one can do
for another
to stop them from feeling blue
~
A poem perhaps written from afar?
a butterfly held in a glitter covered jar
a painting made by little hands
full of bits and bobs and rubber bands
~
No matter what methods are used
to brighten someones day
it's a huge thing
that keeps the blues away
so no matter what you do
always take time to stop those you care about
from being blue
~
(dedicated to tiggers, for this is what you do)
:)
thinking of those close,
like our friends
our brothers
our sisters
our mothers
a father
a daughter
why is it sometimes
they don't treat you like they oughta?
~
A simple act
a kind word spoken
a touch on the arm
some gesture
a token.
~
There really are so many things
that one can do
for another
to stop them from feeling blue
~
A poem perhaps written from afar?
a butterfly held in a glitter covered jar
a painting made by little hands
full of bits and bobs and rubber bands
~
No matter what methods are used
to brighten someones day
it's a huge thing
that keeps the blues away
so no matter what you do
always take time to stop those you care about
from being blue
~
(dedicated to tiggers, for this is what you do)
:)
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