A lesson that lessens the joy one can feel
is trouble that bubbles until it is real.
Anger should always be only a stranger,
yet sometimes the mind can be caught in this danger.
Finding a way to stay happy and play
will always remain the one best way to stay.
Not the false smile that tastes like its bile,
only the twinkle that comes the wrinkle
of happiness’ face that will never give waste
is the way to remain if one wants to be sane.
Once the fun gift of controlling the shift
that can happen when piles of steamy brown stuff
have been tamed by the brain that remains in the game,
life is the reason joy’s always in season.