The Day the Milk Spilled

No rhyme, no reason,

for what happened that day.

Like the feeling when waiting,

for the other shoe to drop.

It was the day the milk spilled…

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Can life really be so good?

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The sun high in a brilliant blue sky,

bees buzzing about,

flowers waving in the summer breeze,

birds singing songs in the trees.

It was a day to make your heart sing,

then dark clouds blew in,

the wind whipped about,

the birds flew away

and heavy rains came pouring down.

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It was the day that went topsy-turvy,

but I knew the rainbows would return,

however long it took,

just a matter of waiting it out.

Don’t run and hide,

soon there will be smiles,

until then ride it out -

the day the milk spilled.

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Just as the music began to play,

he had angry words to say,

twirling about in a dance,

while he spoke

and put you in a trance.

No more magic,

reality had set in,

the man you thought you loved –

now seemed a stranger.

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You should have known,

when the morning brought,

dark clouds,

that the nighttime,

would bring bad tidings.

Yet, hope is the last thing you let go of,

your heart filled with love,

keeps on beating,

hoping that it will find –

a loving heart beating along in time.

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Days when you find,

that there’s more bad than good news,

nothing that will amuse

and while you’re dancing,

you find you have two left feet,

love has flown,

you should have known,

what was coming -

the day the milk spilled.