Turning Sad Days Into Beautiful Nights

How many nights

can I remember

without anyone to talk with?

It is difficult to invite someone

for a date when I have no money

This is the way it was

living from day to day

I often sat in my apartment

writing sad poems

At night I would sometimes

walk for an hour

and when I was lucky

I would meet her

a girl would also be walking

we would stop to talk

we often liked

each other enough to spend time

just talking at my place

or hers

We snacked on potato chips

and onion spread

drank soft drinks or wine

while watching movies

laughing and getting to know each other

The times this happened

made my saddest days

into beautiful

nights

Published by Jim Wortham

As a teen, wanted to live from writing poetry. Wrote several books, selling nationally. Hung out with readers throughout the United States. My writing has been on back burner. Now dusting off my desk and have my pen in hand. Hope you enjoy some of what I write.

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