
When the weather is dreary,
You have a good moan;
You feel all you’re doing Is a grump and a groan.
You wake in the morning Not quite like yourself;
A restless night’s slumber Has hindered your health.
As the morning progresses,
You hope that you’ll find A way to be cheery—
It’s all in the mind. But right at this moment,
You’re worse for the wear; A warning to others:
“Disturb if you dare!”
Little things get your goat All through the day;
With no motivation, Stay out of the way.
But later this evening, You see a new light;
Now passive and mellow, You don’t want to fight.
It’s human emotion; You finally smile,
Thinking back to the hours When your spirit was vile.
Driven and focused, At last, you have changed;
Back to the sunshine, No longer enraged.
So when you are down, Just count up to ten;
Keep your composure, Unlike you did then.
Ending the day In a positive mood;
Fight off the shadows, Try to be good.
Grin and just bear it, With a grit of the chin;
Have a good moan, Then take it all in.
© William Sinclair Manson 2025

Your poem put a smile on my face!
thats my job Mary lol, thank you xx