Go away Stinking Thinking
Looking out at the ice and little snow,
Winds blowing the trees, the street light blinking
I wonder where in the world I could go,
Can’t walk out and get the mail,
Grumbling aloud to myself, the mood is stinking,
Slipping in Bathroom grabbing onto a rail,
Making a mess with bowl of cereal.
Remembering the night of pain,
Wishing it away does not work,
A Monday Tuesday is what I am thinking,
Life is a choice I always say.
So choose to be happy, and plan a day.
Filled with music and laughter,
Let the wind blow, the gray sky be dreary,
This home is where I really want to be.
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