I’m afraid, I can’t tell
What the hell is that smell?

                Knocking on my front door
                Frightening me to the core

Increasing my heart beat
Writing down on this sheet

                Of paper words of joy
                The pen is my working toy

That’s abandoning any fear
From my mind and any tear

                From my eyes to remind myself:
                Don’t put memories on your inner shelf

That hinder you to live
Instead try to give

                Yourself a kick to the shin
                Wash away the pain from your skin

Enjoy the day you live currently through
Keep the words you write always true

                To yourself and your friends
                Also to your enemies? Well, that depends

On the mood of the day
If you can’t get away

                With helpful lies
                Because even if he tries

Your counterpart won’t know
If you just put on a show.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2024
        © Gerd Altmann (image)