If I could I would she said.
Would what? he said.
Bottle all the happy thoughts and keep them close at hand
And when the day is going bad, when I am sad, or mad — a tad
I’d have a way to change.
I’d get that little bottle with all the happy thoughts and
All the cheery clappy sounds like whoops and squeals and squawks
And breathe them in and breathe them out; think only happy words
And then I’d hold my arms out, right out straight, like I’m a little bird
I’d close my eyes and fly up high, so I could see it all
All the wars and all the pain and all the ones who fall
Then I’d take my little bottle and sprinkle back like rain
All the happy thoughts and dreams so everyone can say
Only happy cheery words; think only happy things
If I could I would she said
Then everyone would sing.
So this is what happens when you sit down at your computer on a Friday morning and the next thing you know you’re thinking in rhyme. And that is why I am not a poet!
Happy weekend everyone! Sprinkle some joy…