Not to late in the summer
Or in the early fall
The ladybugs come out
To be seen by all
Some polka dotted
Others red and yellow
The Ladybug Season
Is where the
Times change from
Summer solstice to winter
Nights
Ahead
Of what season is coming
Withstanding
A new path
None of us
Have the answers
So I look
Everywhere for hope
Of what to do
To make the world
A better place
Write today
Write tomorrow
Write to be free
From the words
That have been
Your greatest
Sorrow
Sow seeds
Of hope
With every
Word you speak
And speak up
When the time comes
For the anger within
Can slowly be
Undone
Why such
Anger
In a bitter
Way of making
Life
Grey
From the onset
Of a beautiful day
So I resist
This bitterness
Today
And
Again
I have begged
Borrowed
But never stolen
What was not mine
To take
Ethics
Have long gone
From this world
But I do believe
In a world
That can be better
And create
It
Myself
The hope
Of repetition
Is growth
Slow and steady
But hopeful
As it goes
So again and again
I hope
To grow
One small
Amount each
Day
Nothing is required
In a life
Fully lived
No education demanded
More depends on
What you give
Rather than take
So remember
That none is required
To live
A good life
For the sake of harmony
What is at stake
To be given freely
For the greatest
Take
Of happiness
For the collective
I would forsake
Opinions
Fake and foiled
To listen instead
To be patient
Rather than turning red
In the face
So for the sake of harmony
What will give
And what can we take
Today was a blur
A blur for good days
Blurry days
All take the same amount
Of time
To live through
So be blurred
Days of mine
Any time
A grey
Smog
Layer
Overtakes
Chicago
On a summer’s day
Where the smoke
Puddles over the trees
And houses
Smothering the
Room
The space
With grey
Grey
Grey
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