Bitter Pills
 

Bitter Pills...

Tiny bitter pills
Another one to swallow
Another day gone

Mama didnt say
But there are bones in this fish
Chew it carefully

The air is foul here
Yet one must breath to survive
Plug your nose and laugh

Once my wine was pure
Now its filled with sediment
I filter the grit

No more golden haze
My light lacks natural color
Blue skies a memory

And so I move on
I filter, endure and laugh
What else can i do?

This is a great poem.
(((((((HUGS)))))))
bizi:hug::hug::hug:

I agree, thanks for sharing....................


Nikko:hug:

Hi, Tritone,
I hope that you are all right.
Mari

Thanks everybody,

Things are ok, thanks for asking. No big news or revelations... :)