Bleak is a word for sad, grey-not-gray, lonely days
For a day when the kitchen isn’t filled with sun rays.
But it’s a word that I am, have been, stuck on
And I’ll write it so it can get gone.
It’s all bleak and miserable and cold until
You find someone lacking the same power of will.
Then it’s laugh, laugh, at our plight
Because we know, between us, it’ll be all right.
Run till you’re done, speed to meet each need
Sit and talk and watch the clock and wait, or read
The time’s too fast the time’s too slow
We’re more different than we know.
But there you’re down and here I’m down
So we grin and bear it whilst we frown.
A little bit of chocolate to soothe the soul
A little bit more and, that’s it, out of control.
There’s the happy days and the regular ones
But the sad and bleak, oh yes, they come.
We’ll smile with happy, regular we’ll do our duties
But in the sad and bleak, we’ll find the beauties.
Copyright © 2013 by My Red Leather Notebook