Again, I drew a blank on this one. I felt a little bit targeted, actually, as I struggle every single day with this issue. Too many yesterdays behind me, too many tomorrows ahead. My lines are all crooked.

So this was a good exercise for me. Because my complaints are really fairly small and temporary.

I won’t lie, it started out as a sonnet, but the rhyme scheme didn’t work out, so I ended up making it a four-stanza quatrain poem.

Hope you enjoy!

Love yourself first and everything falls into line.

Loving Life
By Michelle Garren-Flye

The wild, windy walk uncurled your hair,
but don’t cry about life not being fair.
Over the weekend you gained a pound,
but that’s no reason to come unwound.

You had to skip dance class to mow the lawn,
but it’s no use being sad or withdrawn.
So what if your accountant says you may owe tax?
Sometimes things fall through cracks.

After all, the walk was fun to take,
And that pound came from a birthday cake.
Your lawn looks green in today’s rain,
and taxes were once paid in grain.

To be honest, you’re really not that bad!
Loving life you do well, I might add.
You’re doing good, everyone’s fine;
all your ducks are in a line.