Good Times, Bad Times Another Song Good times, and bad times, moonlight, and sunshine, tryin’ not to drown, beneath the tide. Good times and bad times, feelin’ down, then feelin’ fine, then circumstances plague, again, my mind. Lookin’ up, then upside down, level head starts spinnin’ round, happy heart begins to pound, cannot pick my spirit off the ground. Next wave just might wash me out, heavy-hearted, stuck to doubt, hard to float while sinking in despair. Then, suddenly, I’m up again, soarin’ higher than a wren, even homeless, broke, and hungry, I don’t care. Up and down, and ‘round and ‘round, three strikes out on the Pitcher’s mound, then I go and slide out at home plate. Tryin’ hard to stay on top, the challenges don’t seem to stop, revolving heat and cold both form the grape. Juicy poems, soft and sweet, bitter road, beneath my feet, everything is needed, in the end. Misery and Ecstasy, churning like the surf in me, Bad times, like the Good times, are my friend. W. Joseph Stegner, Jr.. August 25, 2005 Poetic Refreshment Magazine
Posted on: Fri, 16 Aug 2013 06:04:13 +0000
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