Happiness turns to sorrow; sorrow turns to pain.
With each teardrop, I emulate the same.
Staring into nowhere looking for something.
Never knowing what tomorrow will bring.
Tears are wiped away yet their trails will stay.
As this moment in time begins another day.
Happiness for the moment wondering how long.
A tremble in my voice and sadness in my song.
Lingering in the shadows it waits there for me.
Happiness and sadness, which will it be?
In control of my destiny, I am told.
Yet my heart remains in another’s control.
Everything in life is a quest it seems.
A journey to conquer our living dreams.
I close my eyes and look into my mind.
I have no inclination as to what I will find.
I know what I want, and I know what I proclaim.
Too blind to see they are one and the same.
Poems, cards, and letters with magical words within.
They are as beautiful as the sound of a classical violin.
Pain turns to sorrow; sorrow turns to happiness.
Issues will remain, only to change once addressed.
With each smile, you smile I emulate the same.
Looking back, I realize true pain is from whence we came.
Simply My Thoughts
Dean Butler
