Another two-part run at an idea, or maybe three:
It's the sunny days that make me cry;
overcast and gloomy - that's not so bad.
But when the sky is the color of your eyes
that patch of blue just makes me sad.
Blue skies have those frivolous clouds
full of promise and hope.
They act as if you're not allowed
to get all down and mope.
But I do, when the skies are blue.
Sunny days are all perky,
make you think of thirty things
you need to do when skies are blue
and clear. No time to cry in your beer.
Need to put the clothes on the line,
maybe sweep the steps one more time.
Or clean out the shed. You don't dare
stay in bed
on a sunny day.
It's damned hard to ignore
a sunny day knocking on your door
with a bouquet of memories and a list of things undone.
It's hard to lie in the sun
and fool yourself.
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