Anger won’t make you see reason
And Hope doesn’t always fulfill.
Right now, it’s not Faith’s season
and hot, wet tears threaten to spill.

That’s no way to live, my dear
Immersed in thoughts so sad
Whiling away time in deep, dark fear
And never knowing Glad.

Take pictures of the sky
Here the sunshine say:
“Before you know it, you’ll die—
Wake up and smell today.”