Downright: Just Life

Feeling blue
For the usual reasons,
Comes and goes
Just like the seasons.

If only I could
Look at it what way,
I’d be less bothered maybe
When the ghouls come out to play!

Mindfully holding them
Just like dear familiar friends,
Welcoming them at the door
With tea and biscuits,

Shaking their hands
In the receiving line, with,
“Haven’t seen you in a while,
How’s the family?”

If only twere so easy,
I’d be able to get busy,
Instead of glooming
And fuming,

If grumpiness could make it better
Everything would be perfect
But trying doesn’t help
So back to waiting,

Meanwhile proceeding normally,
Going about my tasks,
In between blasts
And bombasts,

Working steadily
Whenever I can,
Preferable to stewing
Unless it’s on the stove.