by Bridget Webber

Created on: April 06, 2009   Last Updated: April 25, 2009

Today's the day to clear away the past

to start afresh with paintwork that will last

to sweep away sad memories that shelter in the dust

and discard old pans that succumbed to rust.

So I'm ripping faded paper from the walls

and scraping yellowed paint flaking in the halls

making room for all thats fresh and full of joy

leaving nothing tinged with sadness to annoy.

My paintbrush swirls with aspiration

as my heart is filled with great elation

bin bags fill with yesterdays gloom

leaving me a bright and happy room.

There's no time to sit and contemplate

whats gone wrong or what was in the past my fate

as my own paintbrush now I confidently wield

and my walls once pale become a force field

reflecting futures golden hands

leading me to beauty and away from dreams of sand.

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