waiting with the colors
Today I was anxious and in a rumble,
but I tried to stay positive and not stumble.
I looked out the window and saw the blues, the grays, whites and greens,
then I thought how neat, looking out the window made me stay free,
and optimistic, and not the opposite.
I was nervous for my family meeting ,
but I waited so that I could be happy,
not panicky or jumpy,
but smiling at the colors around me.
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