Dear Today,
Yesterday was bad
Tomorrow is uncertain
You are all I have
Yesterday made me cry
Tomorrow will make me cry
You make me smile
Yesterday makes me feel young
Tomorrow makes me feel old
You make me feel as I am
Yesterday gave me dreams
Tomorrow gives me hope
You give me time to act
Yesterday made me sad
Tomorrow will make me sad
You make me happy
So you see it’s difficult
To deal with all three of you at once
So I’m going to choose you
Forget about the other two
I’m yours
You are mine
Let’s do something beautiful
Tag: Heaven
So Gently Time Healed All My Wounds
So gently Time healed all my wounds
Relieved me from all pain
Then the memories came flooding in
Opening my scars again
Let Me Write A Poem Today
Let me write a poem today
Now that the internet is down
A deadly virus has locked us
I can’t go out in town
Let me write a poem today
No friends or foes to call to
Unimportant work around
Very little else to do
Let me write a poem today
Though my heart feels nothing
Writing might trigger an emotion
About someone somewhere something
I’m Drowning In The Fire
I’m drowning in the fire
Burning in the sea
Oh what an irony my life
Is turning out to be
I’ll Stop Writing
When men stop dreaming
Sharks stop swimming
When men stop trying
Fleas stop flying
When crows stop crowing
Skies stop snowing
When dogs stop biting
I’ll stop writing
Survival Is An Art
Take a little kindness off of me
Make me a little smart
Kindness will only get me so far
When survival is an art
I’m Only Good At Being Kind
I ain’t good at dreaming
Beaming, screaming, scheming
Ain’t either good at dancing
Prancing, financing, romancing
I thought I was good at math
But no it’s not like that
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing
I ain’t good at flying
Crying, trying or replying
Neither am I good at sighing
Lying, prying or dying
I thought I was good at everything
But I ain’t good at anything
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing
Should I learn some knitting
Splitting, gritting or quitting?
Should I do some reading
Breeding, feeding, kneading?
Or should I learn how to run
Or finally get some work done
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing
I’m not good at being good
Drinking, thinking or eating food
Or being the best that I could
Or doing what I should
I ain’t good at looking ahead
Or even at looking behind
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing
I Don’t Wanna Write A Poem
When my thoughts keep circling round my head
When I get tired just lying in my bed
When I feel lost with all the things I’ve had
There’s no new pain to show ’em
I don’t wanna write a poem
I stare at the page in front of me
And the blank page keeps staring back at me
While my old pen refuses to write for me
I feel like I don’t know ’em
I don’t wanna write a poem
Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I sit and cry
None of the times I have a reason why
All the ideas in my head just die
I’m too lazy to sow ’em
I don’t wanna write a poem
Sometimes I love, sometimes I hate my rhymes
I keep discarding my poems all the time
There should be a law to hang me for this crime
I should never throw ’em
But I don’t wanna write a poem
Love Is A Butterfly
Love is a butterfly
Fluttering and colourful
Gentle and beautiful
But that is not all that there is
There’s also metamorphosis
For it starts off as an egg
A little seed in one’s heart
Then it grows into a caterpillar
And caterpillars must eat a lot
There’s a lot of struggle ahead
Much of which it knows not
The struggle is the pupa
Where the bond is molded with care
And when the pupa splits
There’s a butterfly in the air
Love Is A Seesaw
Love is a seesaw
It gets you up, it get you down
It gets you high, it gets you low
Love is a seesaw
Every up is followed by a down
Every down is followed by an up
After every high, there will be a low
After every low there will be a high
Love is a seesaw
If you play with someone, well and good
If you play alone, you would always be down
Frank Solanki 