Ring Around the Roses

Pocket Full of PosiesAshes, Ashes, we all fallShort.Every single night, every single night, I feel sorrow for words spoken too harshly,for a child's sadness that was not tenderly validated,for the omission of love that should've been given more freely.Some days I do betterand some days I fall short again,and again.But the next day,

I get up to dance again.