Some days are like diamond.

Some days are stone.

Some days I’m as high as the blue sky,  other I just want to moan.

Some days are diamonds.  Some days are stone.

Some days happiness soars like a wild bird.

Others I prefer my voice not to be heard.

Some days are diamonds. Some days are stone.

Some days depression hangs over me like a dark cloud,

others sunshine is on my shoulders, I want to shout,

“Thank God I’m alive” out loud.

Some days I think of my brothers and sisters  in Africa, Australia and Japan,

Every day I’m so lucky to have a warm house  and food on my plate.

Today is a diamond, I’ll enjoy it because  tomorrow could be too late.


Tom Barma