Chapter 11 DABDA

Smelling of hospital rooms
Ever the optimist
I know what will make you smile
In this cold grey world
So, we waste a day to examine blooms
As you ponder every list
All the while
The happy thoughts you’ve squirreled
Lay leaking into open air
Your so common smile
Is merely a millimeter deep
Fastening to stages you care
Far to much about the pile
Of people you keep
To easily connected
As time reflected
This inevitability upon you
Aimless with nothing to do
I know what will make you smile
Roof top picnic
And everything is temporarily swell
Until the thing you find vile
In this world starts to stick
To the well
Of your good fortune
Benefiting your mood
With cold gray tones
Smelling of hospital rooms
Benefited by what’s done
And the tea I’ve brewed
Making your bones
As you talk about mushrooms
I know what will make you smile
I always know
The feel of cold blue tile
And all you kept in tow