Thro o alu king lass

A search was out to seek.

A look was out to peek.

The know knew not

the what was sought

and when began to leak.

A leaky when did fear

as never's end drew near.

The soon was now

and that was how

but if was not a clear.

The clear was white as black.

The black was lying back.

Asleep was sleep

to lie so deep

that what became a lack.

And so the what was sought.

But know had still knew not

when the leak

at never's peak

would over-sleep the pot.

Jive a frown away

At breakfast you sit

feeling down.

Your brow knit

into a frown.

The days are large and often looming.

You miss the birds and flowers, blooming.

A suitcase of apprehension and full of doubt -

What luggage to pick up when stepping out!

At lunch you sit

feeling down.

Your brow knit

into a frown.

The path ahead's not always clear

but sound advice is usually near.

Perhaps it's just a phase of the moon.

Whatever it is, it will pass soon.

At tea you sit

feeling down.

Your brow knit

into a frown.

Look around and you will find

a gentle hand or word, kind.

A film, a person, or even a book -

It could be any, if you'll look.

At dinner you sit

feeling down.

Your brow knit

into a frown.

Before you sleep, you think a while -

Look back to find a cause to smile.

The night now seems crisp and bright.

Tomorrow, perhaps, will begin right.

In dream you dance

and feel alive.

You take a chance

at even a jive.