Friday, 16 October 2015

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 2015
www.randomactsstories.blogspot.com

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