Here’s a little rhyme to lighten the load:
there is more to this life than a spit in the eye
the misery melts when you look to the sky
and see like a child the wonders up there
the magical mysteries that fly on the air
birds and bats and bugs of all kinds
and clouds that twirl, twist and unwind
remember looking through your own young eyes?
every new thing you saw was a sort of surprise
a caterpillar crawling across your palm
wasn’t just a bug, but a new friend you had found
your life can be more than a spit in the eye
the wonders, still there, wait for you to stop by.
© Jim W. Smith