Starting out to complain

I decided to refrain

Somewhere between line one and two

I adjusted my personal view

For I thought about you

And what you need to hear

Something brighter and much less blue

Might soothe your aching fear

Much can be said for living

It is the cosmic giving

A chance to sweeten the pot

And improve the Earthly lot

Yet do I end up lying

With all my scripted trying?

Or merely steer my attitude

With a well-placed platitude

Whatever the reason I discover

Searching yet for still another

So you can smile with me

Instead of fret and plea

For pretending is truly good

If it does what it should

Turn my aggravating mess

Into a well-constructed bless

Published by Jonathan Cring