Not a hundred bad days can take this from me
This moment of euphoria. Unhindered gaiety.
The kind of laughter that hurts your tummy.
After a while, you don’t even need a reason.
Your mind can make you laugh at anything.
‘Tis a fleeting moment, frozen forever in time
Etched in my memory like a quaint carving
And although so many memories blur and fade
This remains crystal clear, and recurs readily
Filling the daily monotones with hues of respite.
Not a hundred bad days, a million mistakes,
No kind of hurt, and no amount of pain
Can take the beauty of this moment away.