"Sometimes"

sometimes the sun shines, oh, so bright, and sometimes the air is               sweet and clear   

sometimes my world glistens and glows, and sometimes the future feels so near   

then one day the sun doesn’t shine; one day the air is closed and too hot   

then one day my world's dull and dim; one day the future that was, is not   

I cannot cry for lost sunshine, and I cannot long for cool, sweet air   

I cannot see the world I know, and I cannot touch the future bare   

so I dream of gold lights of warmth; I dream of breezes in the dark night  
so I dream of my life's freedom; I dream of magic futures of light  

  

Perfect day in Leakey, Texas!

Copyright 1976 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

I wrote this poem when I was still in high school. It's one of my favorites because it reflects the optimism in which I've tried to view life..