The Best Life
Every morning I wake up
To see colors all around me;
The sight of smiles on beloved faces,
And the scent of baked goods surrounds me.
I don’t know-how
Life gets better than this;
In another life, I used to dream
Of this safe and sound feeling.
Feet tore with broken glass,
The stench of gunpowder all around me;
Pining for a little patch of grass,
The taste of despair surrounds me.
I don’t know-how
Life gets better than this;
In another life, I used to dream
Of this safe and sound feeling.
As I walk down the street,
Happy faces greet me;
The children race down to school,
And the postman rushes to meet me.
I don’t know-how
Life gets better than this;
In another life, I used to dream
Of this safe and sound feeling.
A child was crying for its mother,
Who lay bleeding on the floor;
I watched a while till a bullet flew past,
And the little one cried no more.
I don’t know-how
Life gets better than this;
In another life, I used to dream
Of this safe and sound feeling.
At night when darkness falls,
After supper with the folks;
I crawl into the covers and chase the nightmares away,
With my darling’s gentle strokes.
I don’t know-how
Life gets better than this;
In another life, I used to dream
Of this safe and sound feeling.
About the author
An eccentric writer of quirky tales, who likes reading, writing, talking, shopping and singing tunelessly in the shower.
