Poem: An Untitled Ode

When life it blows like a hurricane,
The downside to the novacaine,
When hectic is as hectic does,
When you question “just because”
When your face it wears a frown,
Is there someone to turn it around?

Me of pessimistic heart,
She makes my optimism start,
Where there is loathing and self doubt,
Her simple smile turns that about,
She brightens my soul, I wish her no less,
Than pure never ending happiness.



    1. Thanks, first time I’ve unleashed my poetic soul in a public forum. Pleased you like

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