Time to climb out of that blue gray
funk;
Shuck off the haze that you wear like a shroud.
You've cried enough.
You've died enough.
Time to come back and be part of the crowd.
Sorrow and sadness indeed have their place,
And reflection need not be berated.
But weeping and wailing should both have a limit.
Crying is so overrated.
The anger you felt turned to tears in the night,
To wake you with eyes caked and gritty.
Time to reflect and get on with your life
And stop wallowing in pity.
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Shuck off the haze that you wear like a shroud.
You've cried enough.
You've died enough.
Time to come back and be part of the crowd.
Sorrow and sadness indeed have their place,
And reflection need not be berated.
But weeping and wailing should both have a limit.
Crying is so overrated.
The anger you felt turned to tears in the night,
To wake you with eyes caked and gritty.
Time to reflect and get on with your life
And stop wallowing in pity.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
Amazon Author's Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-S-Martin/e/B004SXY4LG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394055582&sr=1-2-ent
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