Burdened by the inanities of life,
She wonders when the laughter died.
The fullness of the moon
No longer beckons a stroll among stars.
Nor does the music of rain stir her soul.
~Yesterday~
She sat in a field of wildflowers
Cried tears of joy
Its beauty moved her so.
~Today~
A row of ticky-tackies on asphalt
Assault her sensibilities,
Her tears are of sorrow.
Once intoxicated by love,
Now drunk with disappointment,
Her road map to happiness
Has led her to Hell.
