The Ride It's a shame how it goes, Things that are lost against things that are owed, The people we love who become just people we've known, The laughs once shared on faces which shone, to faces that now no longer glow, Memories are the moments you can only grasp, days gone by just rest behind these days that are here. Daydreams become what happened between you , all the smooth and rough, the bad the worse They end with a nod of acknowledgement not a shake of avoidance. It had been a present, the gift.
Okay. It's the first bit of fresh air in the morning, Your new favourite song being played on the radio, The more than usually happy neighbours greeting you as you walk past, The bus that you actually catch on time for once! The shopkeeper that let's you off for the 15p you don't have, Your friend sending you a funny picture from the night before, The squirrel racing up and around an old oak tree, Looking up at a bright blue sky and feeling ready to embrace all that #life is going to throw at you that day. The smile that then comes across your face whilst you look down and tell yourself, That everything is going to be okay.