Pehaps

Old poem. Written around this time last year.

Perhaps I am wrong about life.
Maybe it isn't all bad.
After all, there is music,
And not all sonatas are sad.

Perhaps I am wrong about love
It can't be all that bad.
If it was, no one would want it
And no one would look so glad.

Perhaps I am wrong about tears.
Maybe they aren't all for pain.
Some are from laughter,
Some keep you sane.

Perhaps I am wrong about memories
I remember happiness too.
Yes, memories aren't so bad,
As long as they aren't about you.

Author's Note

I wrote this 7/29/2010