Why be one more drop
In a day full of rain?
Why be one more cloud in the sky?
Why hurry and worry
And frown and complain
As life's precious days pass you by?
Why not be the sunbeam that makes some sky blue,
Why not be a rainbow above?
You know, being happy is all up to you - all it takes is a heart filled with love.
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My Mother's Words
PoetryWhen my mother was younger, she wrote all the time. Poems, stories, you name it, she loved it. She had two notebooks filled entirely of those, she gave them to me and now I'm going to give them with you!
