Cheer up lass
Why bother with all that jazz?
Always a new day
Like fresh hay,
Roll in the grass
Even if it isn't green
Just add a little water
Or burn it down with gas
The future remains unseen
It's all fodder,
Best left to those
Who chose,
To sit in despair,
Pull up a chair
And smile
For a little while,
Soon you'll laugh
Your full glass though half,
Will soon fill
But until,
Don't think of your plight
Dream, dream in light,
For nothing is more real
Than your hopes and the love you feel...
©okpoet