Bits of Blue
On a cold, wet, winter day,
The sky was overcast with gray,
And all that I had treasured seemed
To silently have slipped away.
And as I walked, I wondered why,
Beneath that gray and gloomy sky,
My life had gone the way it had—
And whether I should quietly die.
But then I saw a bird that flew
Within a little patch of blue.
And I decided then to live—
For this reminded me of you.
How often, when you were alive,
And we were struggling to survive,
Did you discover bits of joy,
Which then allowed us all to thrive.
So I resolved, that winter day,
When all was wet and dull and gray,
That I would find my bits of blue—
Until I too was blown away.
And so, however sad the case,
As I recall your smiling face,
I wipe the tear that’s in my eye,
And find my solace—and my grace.
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Brooklyn, New York
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