If ever the sun shines like gold <br />air smells of unknown happiness <br />tightly them in a bottle hold <br />secure in your safest place. <br /> <br />When hits you the roughest wave <br />a patch of shore you badly need <br />bring them out from where you saved <br />take off the lid for a spoonful feed. <br /> <br />If ever shines a passing light <br />forget not to store it well <br />in times of living through darkest night <br />take off the lid in it revel. <br /> <br />When hits you life's toughest phase <br />in the raging storm can't find your way <br />delve within to reach that place <br />where the bottled sun you stored away.<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-the-times-you-will-need-them/
