A New Day
By jwhwz •
Thirty-seven must be a good year;
Because I have shed all of my tears.
I had way too much stress; so I collected and let it all out;
That's what self-therapy is all about.
Today, I did drink;
But, I cleared up my head with coffee so I could think.
Also today, I created my second mosaic out of ceramic I broke;
And less, I need to smoke.
For, by exploring my passions,
I can examine my rations.
I'm spending much on crazy glue;
For, I need more than just a few.
I love to feel extremely smart;
When I'm being creative with poetry and art.