Come, my darling, come over
to the bright side of the road.
It's gloomy over there
and boggy and sad,
like Eeyore's 'how'.
Hold my hand, I'll take you
to the bright side of the road,
so you can turn your back
on scary shadows
lurking in corners.
Let's hold hands - you and I -
on the bright side of the road
and lift our faces to the cloudless sky
and feel the happy sun
upon our backs.
Alison Cassidy
Photo by Alistair.
3 comments:
A lovely poem. No bright side to anything here today - just monotone grey and rain . . . It's hard keeping the faith at the back end of winter.
Beauty. What better way to be a friend?
I've been feeling that way meself. Lovely little poem, but I thought it was going to be a Van Morrison tune :)
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