with a song, a hope
and a smile.
I tried it the other way -
and I found that of the
two roads diverging,
the one bright and cheery
trumped the ill-tempered
victim's road.
"Whoa is me," isn't half
the refrain of "Let me
make you smile."
How fun to see you
laugh! Contagious,
of course. Twice the fun
of bemoaning my poor
condition. And perhaps,
just perhaps, it all began
because of a silly little song
in the blinding 5:00 AM light
of the kitchen. Hummed, sung
under my breath.
It made all the difference.
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