A poem for Sunshine
A bit of a grump, a surly sort of guy,
soon sorely missed by who never said good-bye.
But if there’s still a drop of happy left – I bid you -
make haste we’ll drink it dry.
A bit of a grump, a surly sort of guy,
soon sorely missed by who never said good-bye.
But if there’s still a drop of happy left – I bid you -
make haste we’ll drink it dry.
February 7th, 2009 at 12:35 pm
So well put but I’m not surprised. Thank you for putting these words together. I hope others will see their worth.