If I enjoy living,
please tell me why,
I fight depression.
When I am happy,
no other person is happier
but when I am sad,
how depressing.

I must be a paradox,
to my friends,
those that I have.

Moods make the
personality, but we
are not supposed to be
moody.
Perhaps, we are not
supposed to have moods
but be even tempered or
mechanical.

Some sunny days,
Some cooler nights.
Down came the rain
To my delight.
No watering needed by me
To keep the plants
And grass so greenly,
Except the plants
Under the umbrellas.

The cold air chews through my clothes,
gnawing on these old bones.
The air crisply attacks my nose
as I shiver with the coldness.
A warm hat on my head
with flaps to protect my ears.
Gloves with a warm lining
keep the fingers writing.
I don't like this Winter chill
especially when it's still Summer.

Only had one appear
Maybe more next year.