I will write you words, on this day,
to help you understand work vs. play.
There is much work, when we get paid
by performing a task or something we made;.
There are other tasks, which you can do,
as volunteering to others, to name a few.
When we play, it relaxes our Soul,
as we repeat and repeat this hyperbole.
When there are days of love,
there will be no days of sorrow,
for all of the days of yesterday,
will be back again, tomorrow.
Yesterday has gone away
and today will be the morrow.
Look thee back, on those days,
finding the memories to borrow,
making this life a better one,
of happiness, without the sorrow.
The black cloak of night
descends on this World, ours
and moonlight may come again
as the Moon fights with the Stars.
Are we creatures of the dark?
Do we keep our voices hidden?
Can we not be friends again
or must our friendship be ridden.
Rid us of the hate we have
for others who do not look
the same as us.
Before long we all will be riding
on this excuse of a fairness bus.