All The Good Things

She got up that morning - wondering,

About all the things that made her sad

And all the things that made her mad

She put them in a big black hat,

Counting…one…two…three….

Then she saw her child

And saw her friends and the love that

She knew would never end,

And she put them in a big white hat,

Counting…one…two…three..

And when she stood and looked at that

The good, the bad and the big tall hat

There were more of all the good things there,

And she had to smile at that. 

bobby stevenson 2013 

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