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.