The Room
'Tis tiring to see,
The fullness of this room.
The big, the small, the dusty
Should make a gal be gloom.
'Woont picking up each treasure,
Count at all for time?
And what about the measure,
And what about the measure,
Of clothes and books that smile?
Simply reach your hand,
Take this load of mine.
Help me clean this room,
Oh, 'woont you be so kind?
A Rhythmis Heart
A young girl rises from her deep sleep, with wonders of the day;
When all of a sudden, colors blow in, and she is stricken gay (happy).
A color here, a color there, the best is yet to come,
For surely there will be a day when two will equal one.
What's hidden here is something great; a room with gentle ease;
But what you don't know is that it will glow, and happily blow like the breeze.
Searching for room to play a great rhyme; finding herself through a wrong,
Reminding the girl that the way she proclaims is a sweet but yet simple song.
~Simple poems from a heart that beats like a thousand roses in bloom~
~Simple poems from a heart that beats like a thousand roses in bloom~
