Sometimes, I feel today’s the day

Sometimes, I sense the month of May

Sometimes, I’m sure my words are true

Sometimes, I know they’re sad and blue

Sometimes, I try to be legit

Sometimes, you know I’m forced to quit

Sometimes, I wish that I was dead

Sometimes, I eat the words I said

Sometimes, the pain is in my heart

Sometimes, I know it’s time to start

Sometimes, I find the sky is blue

Sometimes, I paint in scarlet hue

Sometimes, I speak my heart’s content

Sometimes, I’m sure my ethic’s bent

Sometimes, the time is ripe to mend

Sometimes, poem has to end.



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