i got a call on my phone today
from a man named mr. brown
said he could hear my weary heartbeat
halfway across the town.
"oh, you've got to be kidding" i said
he said "i kid you not!"
said i'd woke him out of his sleep
since half past 2 o'clock.
"so what is it that troubles you dear
as i'm already up
i'm willing to let you talk off my ear
till your weary heart shuts up"
"well, mr. brown you see it's that
i've been dragged down to the ground
i've lost the music of my soul
and the cool jazz in my sound"
"do you know the secret" he said
"to inner happiness?
it's found in recognizing the beauty within
and the wonders you possess."
"it's in the smallest of things
the atom of a sunrise
it's in the knowledge of recognising
truth lies within one's eyes."
with words like these i started to feel
like i could make it through
"Mr. Brown i'm so very glad
my beating heart found you"
"now rest your weary heart my dear
and let you mind be free
with a soul so pure and precious as yours
you will create your own melody."
"remember that you are beautiful
your essence is a rare birth
don't ever settle for a glass half empty
when a full one is what you're worth."
"thank you, thank you mr. brown
your words i shall forever keep!"
"and now that your beating heart has calmed my dear,
i think i'll go catch up on some sleep!"
the end.
1 comment:
yes indeed, your essence is very sacred. it seems we lose track of that truth sometimes and become weary. this is a beautiful poem, and so well written, my dear.
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