I wish all that happened to me today is April mop, but it isn't <br />It's even not half day yet in this first of April, but so much trouble i face <br />Spent few minutes to walk around and try to found something better <br />But all seems foolish in this fool's-day. <br /> <br />What could i expect now? <br />Would i said that everything alright with me now? am not a liar <br />For a while can't hear song of my soul, not even it's echoes. <br />Now i just try hard to get my joy, nobody allowed to steal it from me. <br /> <br />Lovely me... how would you divert this circumstance? <br />Ok, I'll not crying! no moan.. no anger.. no complain.. no bitter.. <br />I'll continue my life and count my blesses <br />I think there are many things to thanking for <br /> <br />This is fool-day but also God's day <br />Am not alright but under His control <br />Maybe there still a lot of that i need to throw away from my life <br />I hold it too tight so far, that's why i just stupefied <br /> <br />- <br />(it's not a poem at all, just a scratch)<br /><br />George Sicillia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/april-mop-fool-s-april/
