Storms In Our Lives

do not fear the storms
they will always be there
set by time
they follow the cycle of life
and all so temporary
when the damage is done
we will still be there
to repair
when the sun is up again
when the sky is as blue as the sea
we shall learn how to play again
to live and survive
to have fun
to laugh to sing to dance
and when the storms come again
we dig foxholes
where we hide our dreams and aspirations....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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