When life is good

When the streets run paved,
when the people seem strange,
when your dreams seem there,
and when your friends are not gone.

When life is good is when this poem is alive.

when you’re smile is always the same,
when the hope of a tomorrow can be shared today,
when your arms around the one you love,
and every joke is your own private line.

When life is good is when this poem is alive.

You fall asleep as your head hits the pillow,
you dream of a sunshine as the moonlight hits your eyes,
you hold a teddy close as you embrace the world,
you smell the late night dew,
and you begin to sigh.

closing your eyes without remorse, without a worry.
when life is good, you’re never in a hurry.