Glass Half Full
There's a lot to be blue about these days.
In that there's sure no mystery.
And I can easily slip into doubt.
Especially given my history.
Darkened skies may hang my head.
But I refuse to give them a voice.
Life can enslave you in heartache.
Yet really now,it's your choice.
Like an old cat in winter you can creep
along the gray and dismal wall.
Or run through the rain,hair in ringlets.
Laugh at the absurdity of it all.
You can paint up your world with happiness.
Swing on a cloud chandelier.
I choose music,laughter and love.
These things are reason enough to be here.
written January 31st,2013
for contest"chasing the blues away"
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