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.
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