You can't sell a poem about sunshine, only one about grey skies and rain,
cause' ones about happiness get tedious, to folks who think poems should have pain.
Though I've had my share of good times, things really weren't bad so it seems,
but a poem about that, would fall rather flat next to one that has nightmares and screams.
If I write a poem about high hopes and things that mostly went great,
to you I could tell it, but I never could sell it, most people just wouldn't relate.
I've been mislead, had a childhood of dread over things that never came true,
and spent my life waiting, never really relating, to people even some that I knew.
So that's why I'll write of and tell you the plight of, someone who's whole life was spent,
listening to others, called them sisters and brothers, but doesn't know where they all went.
No you can't sell a poem about sunshine, but there's one thing for sure we do share.
If we wrote down our stories, told the pain and the glories, we'd all surely be millionaires.