Am I on the brink of happiness,

Or----am I on the brink of woe?

It seems that happiness has flown

For the sun has lost it’s glow.

Misty fog covers the valley;

Storm clouds cover the mountain’s peak.

All nature seem oblivious

To the happiness which I seek.

When will the world begin to turn

In the direction of my heart’s desire?

It seems my heart is destined to be

Swallowed in a swirling, worldly mire.

               By L.B. Strawn

   Verses 1 & 2, November 30, 2003

       Verse 3, November 3, 2006

                 Pure fiction.