Seven Sometimes, a poem

Sometimes I feel like crying
but all the tear drops are dry.

Sometimes I feel like singing
but have forgotten the words.

Sometimes I feel like flying
away from everyday.

Sometimes I feel like dancing,
but my feet refuse to move.

Sometimes I feel like laughing
but I just don’t get the joke.

Sometimes I feel like writing
and hope my Muse will concur.

Sometimes I feel like dying
but there’s lots of living still!

©Sometimes, 2016

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