The Best Life

Every morning I wake up

To see colours all around me;

The sight of smiles on beloved faces,

And the scent of baked goods, surround me.

 

I don’t know how

Life gets better than this;

In another life I used to dream

Of this safe and sound feeling.

 

Feet torn with broken glass,

The stench of gunpowder all around me;

Pining for a little patch of grass,

The taste of despair surrounds me.

 

I don’t know how

Life gets better than this;

In another life I used to dream

Of this safe and sound feeling.

 

As I walk down the street,

Happy faces greet me;

The children race down to school,

And the postman rushes to meet me.

 

I don’t know how

Life gets better than this;

In another life I used to dream

Of this safe and sound feeling.

 

A child was crying for its mother,

Who lay bleeding on the floor;

I watched a while till a bullet flew past,

And the little one cried no more.

 

I don’t know how

Life gets better than this;

In another life I used to dream

Of this safe and sound feeling.

 

At night when darkness falls,

After supper with the folks;

I crawl into the covers and chase the nightmares away,

With my darling’s gentle strokes.

 

I don’t know how

Life gets better than this;

In another life I used to dream

Of this safe and sound feeling.

Poetry: The Best Life 1

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