The Angels Were Generous

Reminder

Will someone please remind me
of what I’ve said before?
Simple, plain and true it is,
yet easy to ignore.
The wheel turns and spins about
and comes to rest again.
Moon shines bright to fade once more,
the waxing and the wane.
Sadness comes to overwhelm,
although I know I’ll smile.
Know the dark to know the bright,
remind me for awhile.