I used to believe in the good old days

I used to believe in the good old days

The days of sorrowful eyes
where rain were angels' tears
and nobody wondered why ...

except me.

I used to ...

Now I believe in the days to come
the days of possible joy
where butterflies surround the sun
looking for that rainbow
for the years to come.

Thank you to those who shared and encouraged my voyage til where I am now.

Casey, I'm looking forward to reading your book! (Joseph you're next!)