Sorrow rides in on a gentle breeze;
I’m uncertain as to his role;
much like a form of mind disease;
infecting my thoughts and soul.
How can memories, floating on air;
effect the thoughts on my mind;
or tragic thoughts, still be there;
by which, my emotions; defined?
Are memories, trapped in my brain;
somehow, unable to escape;
allowing some evil past, to remain;
to hound me; badger, and berate?
What of those happy thoughts of past;
will sorrow replace them when gone?
The very thought they couldn’t last;
and sorrow rides in to live on.
How can we block these winds of sorrow;
how can we stop them; make it not so?
We can only live for today and tomorrow;
the past makes sorrow’s winds blow.
The future, itself, brings on more sorrow;
when it comes; the present must go;
creating new past and another tomorrow;
causing more sorrow’s winds to blow.
Time, itself, is the ultimate answer;
past must become present, once more;
for the only way we can cure past’s cancer;
is for all of life to have a new encore.