BLUE SKY

They might say I’m a dreamer,

You may also call me a believer.

People may not like me ever,

But I will not give up, never.

Choose to be happy and gay,

Until your hair gets gray,

Don’t mind them, just stay,

Look up the sky and enjoy the day. 

Here’s my entry for @jassennessaj Word Poetry Challenge. Thank you!

Nica ⚡️