Mimosa Times

Mimosa Times

If we meet at the place where the art is

Where our spirit thrills with joy

We can skip over eggshells

Avoid falling into holes

Tap to the music

Filling our souls

We can laugh at Mimosa Times


There’s no need to prove how good you are

How bad I am

How wrong it was

Sometime none of this will matter

Would your world be less when I am gone?

Will an echo of sadness fill my world?

I’ve lost two friends to desperate illness, whittled them away

I remember none of the drama, only the smile

The greatest teachers are the most difficult ones

Learn their lessons well

You’ll miss them when they’re gone