The pinks and hues are out, Spring seems up and about, A celebration of life sparks, Be unto light from the dark. Refreshing the days out to be, Languishing is all I can see, As days go by it may get better, As, get out I do of grief’s fetter.
Dejected gloom now consumes,
As though a deadline looms, As I await the perfect day, Withering my present life away, The clouds shall one day, part. And, I shall head for a fresh start.