I'm tired of hearing news that's bad.
It really drags me down.
My smile is morphing into
What's much closer to a frown.
I know the likelihood of this
Increases as we age.
To understand that life will end
One needn't be a sage.
Yet right now I could use a dose
Of happy in my cup,
Which I'm certain Henry* will provide
As soon as he wakes up...
*my 22 month old grandson, currently napping
Friday, July 24, 2015
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