WHIMSY

Losing grip,

Feeling flip,

Trying not to trip,

Biting my very lip...

Troubled times,

Creating rhymes,

Senseless crimes,

Of foolish mimes...

Days of glory,

Not yet my story,

Media pictures too gory,

Which cause even more worry...

Such is what I go through,

Every once in a while, it is true,

There is nothing I can do,

To stop it, such is life for me and for you....

My mind says forget,

What you might regret,

It is I who can set,

All the beauty I haven't seen yet...

So, I will attempt to keep it light,

Keeping only the good in my sight,

What I can change, I will change to right,

That I might find peace in the coming night...