Feelings
Good times come and good times go.
When they're here then I know
how it feels when things are good.
It feels the way it always should.
Bad times come and bad times go.
When they're here then I know
how sad I feel when things are bad.
It makes me feel that what I had
will never come back the way they should.
But, they do you know? And that is good.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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