Sonnet #72

I awake from a day of slumber

praying that my night will be like the last.

Behind the smile is a brain that wonders

will I ever be as happy as I was in the past.

Yearning for the love that I felt in 2007,

the saddest thing about life is that time goes on.

If, when I get to Heaven,

I'll cry at the moments I look down upon.

I want to live life,

bring smiles to your face.

Hopefully I never bring spite,

and if I do those moments will be erased.

Who will create a world where nobody changes?

I know we can't change the world, but let's rearrange it.