There Are Those Days

There Are Those Days
By: James Dubeau

There are those days
Where everything seems
To be going your way
But then
Brick by brick
It all comes tumbling down
Leaving me
Nothing
But
Bruised
And Battered

Thursday

Thursday
By: James Dubeau

Out and about
Margarita in hand
Music thumps
And bumps
As dancers
Jump and
Grind
New friends
Smile and
Laugh
Good times roll
On this
Half price
Thursday

Why Is There Snow

Why Is There Snow
By: James Dubeau

Why is there snow
On my car
This lovely
April morning
Please
Do not tell me
It is because
Wisconsin
Is where I call home
For there really cannot
Be any other reason
Than because
Mother nature
In all her glory
Sought to destroy
Bring me to my knees
With all the pain
And suffering
These frigid temperatures
Bestow upon me

On This Night

On This Night
By: James Dubeau

On this night
Of storms and such
I do want
To write so much
But my eyes
Grow weak and weary
Days been long
With rain and dreary
I must sleep
To gain my strength
Must be done
At any length