You are the day with the sunshine and the rain.
You are the night with the stars and the moon
and the shadows.
Everybody wants you, everybody needs you.
No one can exist without you.
The rich man wants you.
The poor man needs you.
But no one can take you.
You are a baby’s crying and a child’s laughter.
You are a mother’s concern in the late night.
and in the day.
The young and the old man can’t get enough of you
because no one can hold onto you.
The rich man wants you.
The poor man wants you.
But no one can take you.
You are a hello and a hurting goodbye.
You are a happy smile and a lonesome tear
and a joyful cry.
Nobody knows who you really are and they never will.
They’ve just got the feeling – LOVE!
September 10, 1989, Tove Maren Clingman (15 years old)
For more of my teenage angst: Writer vs. Hugger
