Joyful Memories To Add To The Pile Poem by Anders J

What is it that this life amounts
what are the ticking seconds the clock counts
why wake up each and every day
when I feel not oft' gay
just dreary like a sky of gray
what am I to do on earth
when my feet are weighted down
and my thoughts anxiously restless
as newsprint and rubbish littered
scattered with the wind on the sides of town
what is it that this life amounts
when relentless melancholia only touts
ticking seconds the clock counts
aching my heart day-by-day
I want again that sense of glee
to play again with childish gile
unforced a smile and furrowed brow
and the waters still, not mucked and brown
; making joyful memories to add to the pile