• I sit by my window
    to watch the rain
    thinking about memories
    That give me pain

    Bad scrapes fights
    and a broken bone
    fires and deathes
    and breakups on the phone

    sometimes there are happy ones
    that bring laughter and cheer
    hoping for better ones
    that will happen this year

    and i think of good memories
    as i keep going
    i look out the window again and relize that its snowing

    I shall end this poem
    of bad memories and good
    keep the memories coming
    and act as you should