Bad Poem #1

What happens when it’s late in the afternoon and I have writer’s block? I write bad poetry.

 

Bad Poem #1

When the rain falls or the sun shines

When tears well or giggles become guffaws

When success is celebrated or loss is mourned

You are there

 

When days are long and nights are short

When tempers flare and feelings are hurt

When depression builds and darkness encroaches

You are there

 

When I run or stumble

When I fly or crash

When I jump or fall

You are there

 

When I am joyous and unburdened

When I am turning cartwheels and pirouettes

When I am carefree and boisterous

You are there

 

Come what may

You are there

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