Most of the Time
The sky is beginning to change
I can see darkness moving in
A thunder storm is on the way
Heavy rains will soon begin.
I guess nothing stays the same
Each day brings changes with it
I enjoy each of my good days
Those bad ones I try to forget.
When blue skies suddenly darken
Lightning streaks across the sky
Loud thunder deafens my ears
I seek any shelter that's nearby.
When things begin going wrong
I do my best to turn it around
And bring blue skies back again
Positive thinking helps I've found.
Most of the time.....
Ralph L. Clark © 2003