Good Morning World

Good Morning, World..

December 1st Today 

December 1st today...As I look out of my window 
It's a grey, grey day my soul can cope not with grey days of my day's 
My heart's crying out, please set me free 
From this ache in my heart. 
Peace I have not my spirits gone down south.
Dragging me down..as tears spilling out in the grey days of my life
Feeding the roots of the love that once, were in my heart
Now only ache lives there as I look outside my world's grey, grey..
Must pull my socks up, pack it in I must
Even if my soul drags me or not, the sad route within
I must pack it in, put some music on my deck
Vivaldi might ..then maybe Beethoven or Tchaikovsky.
They always lift my spirits
Have a good day my world as I try to extract myself
From the sadness, I carry within.
But those that are my friends, have a great day..
Pay attention not, its a way to release the weight upon my soul..

                                  By Connie James.