Life's Melody

Monday’s are depicted as tiresome,

Where the weekend of fun ends.

The rest of the week then seems like a drag,

lazily carrying yourself through the dull times

 

Some say it's just a part of life,

That one should just go with the flow.

Their closed minds don’t hear the music.

Each day has it’s own melody.

 

The bright song of the sun.

The rhythm of the pitter patter of the rain.

The harmony between the soft breezes and the trees.

The different tones of the chatter in the streets.

 

Life has a melody.

It has its high notes and it’s low ones.

 

Listen with your ears, keep your mind open.

Each day is a possibly to brighten your day

Remember to sing along to Life’s Song

This poem is about: 
Our world

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