When life is stained with shades of grim and grey,
you find yourself, a wreck, engulfed in pain.
It chokes your voice and claims you as its prey,
the tears of rage you cry will pour like rain.

You try to crawl away to free your heart,
the one that time has ravaged , stretched a mile.
As all your hopes and dreams are torn apart,
your soul's defeat has left a taste so vile.

No matter the weather
Robin sings
Rain or shine, wind or ice
it's as if he thinks he's in paradise.

He's the most jubilant
little bird
summer, winter or spring
'cos he always seems to be twittering.

Even when the earth quakes
he's happy
night, dusk, morning and noon
he's chirpy with glee and warbles his tune.

So thanks little robin
for your heart
bold, courageous and strong
and for giving us joy with your sweet song.

She knocked at many doors of opportunity
But none would open to her in her lifetime
She hustled day and night with all her might
Making sales here and there with her creativity.

She ran the streets in her high heels
Looking for love in all the wrong men
The door to true love just wouldn't open
Her boobs and booty is what appeals.

She got lucky this Valentine's Day
Two weeks of romance and some fudge
Then she opened the door to motherhood
A door she opened to Mother's Day.

Some doors will open and some doors will close
Be careful, most careful, they may close on your nose
Not that I couldn't stand to lose just a bit
There are days that it's rubbed deep in the shit

The door to my heart, some have unlocked
There are doors to my secrets, you might be shocked
Behind those closed doors, I keep who I am
There stuff is piled up against the jamb