The Poet Enters

Our time together is something to cherish and a pleasure to share. Our parting may be necessary, but a troublesome sorrow to bear.

Any and all summer days are meant for fun in the sun - even the ones full of rain.

We struggle with allies and fight for reign. Yet, only together can we truly end this pain.  

The touch of your hand, and a quick embrace My heart races, increasing its pace   I long for the acknowledgment of your true feelings Until that time, I am left with these meager dealings.

Some days have unexpected trials, and some days they are simply added by people you know.

The world could be better, and we as well. What could help this change, none can tell.   Do we strive to help our fellow man? Do we perform the tasks that we can?   Is there a better way to share our existence? Can someone tell me the source of this resistance? 

I would like to have a better day today than I had yesterday, but not as great as tomorrow will be.

Some people may never truly care about you but keep you close, while others keep you close because they care. So, how is a person supposed to know which is which?