On Bed Days
When all your plans go up in smoke, The pain’s too much and it’s almost a joke, You try to sleep but dreams are invaded, By twinges, pangs, aches, and dedicated…
When all your plans go up in smoke, The pain’s too much and it’s almost a joke, You try to sleep but dreams are invaded, By twinges, pangs, aches, and dedicated…
We all have our heartaches, our burdens to bear.
The older I grow the more I care.
Empathy has a bittersweet twinge.
I know part of your pain because I’ve been singed.
The World on my wall is a majestic escape when I’m lying in bed on difficult days.
A natural scene full of wonder and charm to calm my heart in the midst of the storm.