In Life Sometimes


Sometimes we feel like crying,

sometimes smiles are genuine.

Laughter fills the air

and love is all around.


Why can’t it be –

that we can feel free?

Free to live and love,

make life a real holiday


There are days –

that are a joy to live.

Days which seem,

like a heavy burden.


Sometimes loneliness,

strikes like the hour hands,

upon a clock counting each hour –

tick, tick, tick.


Why must it be –

that life cannot always be carefree?

How wonderful the days

in childhood spent.


So we must look,

toward our dreams,

to lift us above the ordinary

And make our lives a joy.


Sometimes it just seems –

like everything takes time,

nothing ever flows,

as smoothly as we would like it to go.


Sometimes most everything,

seems like a chore.

so hard to make it,

so hard to believe.


Then comes the sun,

shining through the clouds above.

Life falls into place

and we can move on.


Sometimes love comes easy

and other times it’s nowhere to be found,

but on the best days we can live and love –




About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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2 Responses to In Life Sometimes

  1. I believe we need the dark to fully appreciate the light…

  2. Rasma R says:

    I tend to agree with you.

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