Why it doesn't pay to frown

Echoes of good times and bad,
Thoughts beautiful and disturbing,
Visages of people that fade in and out,
Memories that plunge you into pensive reflections,
Life is filled with all of these and many more.
All that I am certain of is my existence this very moment
Everyone has their share of burdens to carry
And bitter battles to fight,
Every breath I take in shouts out
That all that matters is how I feel in this precious moment,
Why then should I weigh down this moment with sorrow?
Every moment that passes by is lost forever,
It is a sin to not live it with a smile on your lips,
Joy in your heart and a skip in your step.

The field of broken dreams

A million pieces of my reflection gaze back at me,
With unsettling looks,
Hinting at unanswered questions.
The glint of unfulfilled wishes
Is too harsh to ignore,
As I walk through the field of broken dreams.
The pieces are spread far and wide,
Sometimes I pick up a piece or two.
They are reminiscent of times and people
That were and are perhaps still dear to me.
I drop these fragments of my memories
Can't take these shards of glass back with me.
The energy to rekindle those desires, those times
Has long evaporated.
The urge to put the fragments back together
I bury deep in the crevices of my mind,
As I walk through the field of broken dreams.