Just what if your memory was erased,
To wake in the morning , a clean fresh slate?
You’ve forgotten it all, nothings been missed
Your soul then empty, get the jist?
Just what if you forgot, to spend your day
With love in your heart, nothing good to say?
You’d go to bed angry and incomplete
Cause you’ve missed simple moments, meant to keep
Just what if you think, it can’t get worse
And find that that saying, is truly a curse?
Cause worse it has gotten, real, real quick
One of your loved ones, terminally sick
Just what if joy, took over your world
Happiness ruled and passion unfurled?
All simple pleasures would be seen and felt
Not caring what cards, that you’ve been dealt
Just what if you accept, here what you have
Stop comparing notes on all that is bad?
Then life’s not a prison, but one you should guard
It’s your choice to live it, happy or hard
Just what if tomorrow, you start a new plan?
To see this gift, Gods placed in your hand
Just what if
The Starting End 
I liked this it made me think (not an easy task on an evening)
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after the last Sonnet on P.C. today, I needed to go back to the “hmmmm” thoughts and write minus syllable restriction 😉 🙂 Thank you, Richard. Glad it made you tick a bit! 🙂
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It sure did 🙂
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What a wonderful message today. I often “preach” about how we all have a choice about our attitude, if not our circumstances. We can play Pollyanna’s “Glad Game”, or make a list of blessings–even when the lights go out; it’s not easy (I just posted about Depression), but it’s one of those deals where if you just start with one good thing, you can usually find another…and another. Thanks for this great poem–such a blessing.
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Good Day, Fellow” Preachess” 😉 99.9% I write these to remind myself, to try and help myself shift gears…how it SHOULD be, rather than how the moment has taken me over. I just read your Cinderella…as I left the comment “Clever, VERY clever”!!!!
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It’s so wonderful to meet you, fellow Preachess”–I agree that “preaching to myself”, whether or not it benefits others, is truly a God-gift. I stayed stuck in the negative, depression, for 59 years–yep, you read that right. I didn’t learn until 3 years ago that happiness is my choice, my responsibility. So it’s somewhat amusing, these days, that when I lose my joy–my response is frustrated impatience with myself, rather than wallowing in the muck. Have a blessed day!
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And a “joyous” one to you, too 😉
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What a beautiful poem, and so very true.
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This is toooo funny..I was just trying to find your avatar info for your site!!!! U I haven’t gotten any emails on posts from you….and Thanks :)…
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I see you found me, lol.
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I see it is not an email follow! I don’t get on the reader often, but yes, I’ve got you now 🙂 lol!
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Cool.
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