The Days Of Our Lives

Free are the simple days
that bring you no care.
Imprisoned are the hard days
that are difficult to bear.

But bare them we must
and keep hopes high
so none of them
will let hope die.

Ecstatic are the beauteous days
that spring forth with joy.
Hapless are the colorless days
that appear and then destroy

the freedom that
you thought was yours
because it came
and closed the doors

on the simple days
that were with you,
because you believed
they'd never be through.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!