(SR) SONG OF THE MORNING
SONG OF THE MORNING
The sky is pink, & rose, & red,
A chink of golden sun!
It’s almost time to leave your bed,
The day has scarce begun.
Be glad for this beautiful morning!
Now that Dawn has deliver’d us day,
Go & shake off your sleep with a yawning,
To the whiff of a café au lait.
But, if the hours to roll ahead
Seem thorny, rough & steep,
Don’t drag back up your duvet spread
& plunge off back to sleep.
No! what a precious stepping stone
This day of life ahead;
All yours, these hours, this life, alone,
So, mate, get out ya bed!
The longest day’s in June, they’ll say,
The shortest’s in December,
But whatever day it is, today’s
A day you’ll long remember.
Yes, it’s time to escape from your bedding,
Pop on kettles & toasters & hobs,
& I know they might batter yer ‘ead in,
But we’ve got to get on with our jobs!
Wake up & get flex’d with yer stretches,
Or ya yoga if yer that way inclin’d,
In ya mind draw up plans, making sketches,
Days run better if cleverly design’d.
But leave some spontaneous spaces,
& savor them, random & rife,
Meeting different people & places
Are the flavorsome spices of life.
For life is a wonder, enjoy it!
Let it’s living be sweet & sublime,
Today let us leave a fine footprint
On the shores of the oceans of time.
They say each day’s a novel bound,
But what kind could it be?
A history? A mystery?
We’ll have to wait & see!
There’s rough & smooth, there’s bad, there’s good,
There’s weeping, there’s a smile
There’s summer nights, there’s Autumn flood
There’s Winter (for a while),
There’s rivers & there’s rainbows,
There’s savory, & there’s sweet,
There’s children in the meadows
Chasing butterflies in bare feet.
There might be bullies in the schools,
Or mildew in the steeple,
But think of problems as the tools
To polish us as people.
If gloomy strains thy mind enshrouds,
Remembering stigmas you’ve fear’d
In former times, depressing clouds
Thro’ actions fast disappear’d.
Today, no folk ye shall offend,
Nor be yourself offended,
Whate’ers amiss let’s strive to mend,
There’s nowt that can’t be mended.
& it’s no use feeling bitter,
& it’s pointless getting mad,
& it’s no good always longing
For the things we’ve never had.
A bell’s not a bell to ‘til you ring it,
A song’s not a song ‘til you sing it,
A friend’s not a friend ‘til you miss ‘em,
A kiss is not real ‘til you kiss ‘em.
If feeling things just don’t seem right,
Release the need to grouse,
To fret & gloom, from room-to-room,
Sulk-stropping thro’ the house.
If yesterday, when things got tough
& you gave up, said, ‘that’s enough,’
A moan won’t make life’s fog less thick,
Its sunny smiles that do the trick!
Vow to yourself today’s the day
When all your worries cease,
For hearts untouch’d by worrying
Are hearts at peace & ease.
With patient ear, with open eyes,
With ready, helping hand,
With gentle spirit & a heart
That’s quick to understand,
Whate’er your goals & dreams you’ll find
They can’t be reach’d a glance behind –
Life’s chances only e’er appear
For those who forwards thro’ life steer.
With ‘doing’ let thy day be fill’d,
So many misconstrue,
We cannot reputations build
On what we’re going to do.
& wouldn’t days be drear & long
If all went right & nothing wrong,
O! what a world so dull & flat,
With not a jot there to grumble at
If you’ve a most unpleasant task
Don’t whine at it, get to it,
& if a favours needing ask’d,
Don’t put it off, just do it!
& if you’re not so young these days,
One thought can youth renew,
Pretend to sing and twirl around
As once you used to do!
& if you find the going rough
Too tough, too steep, too gruelling
Don’t pack it in, gripe that’s enough
Cos its just yourself youre fooling
Before you love somebody else,
You’ll have to learn to love yourself,
Upon achievements set your sights,
& climb them to their highest heights.
Open your mind to hope’s soft sway,
From future worries part,
& let no mournful yesterday
Disturb thy peace of heart!
If you, today, can find the bread
To pay a debt, then pay it,
& if a kindly word needs said
Just go ahead & say it!
If friends have gifts encourage them,
If faults, first recognise
The perfect time to mention them,
Lest friendships might capsize.
If miff’d, don’t leave the drift unsaid,
Relief lives in an emptied head,
Nor keep nice comments in the dark,
There’s beauty in a kind remark.
But, it’s better to apologize,
Naught gain, we, from delay,
Left festering, your good intent,
Like all things, must decay.
‘I’m sorry mate,’ or ‘love,’ or ‘ma’am,’
Costs nothing but yer pride,
Such simple message, soft & calm,
Shall soothe the storms inside.
If from the world your life withdrew
& days are grey with sorrow
When bits of blue come breaking thro’
The sun will surely follow!
The most important folk are those
Who wear a sunny smile;
Those friendly, cheery, help-you-folk
Who make this life worthwhile.
Be prompt if friend or duty calls,
Be deaf to scandal’s know-it-alls,
& if your faith has ebb’d away,
Stand up & reach for God today.
If someone needs a ticking off
Be careful how you’ve set
The tone of your admonishes
For, in the end, not none of us
Is perfect – well, not yet!
But, if your heart is near to breaking,
Feel this Earth a cruel spot
& you hoped today’d be better
But you’re feelin’ that it’s not,
Then nows the time for courage,
Time to parcel up your fears
& if the scourge of gossip
Comes a-bleating to your ears
Have courage when facing your problems,
For none have e’er striven in vain,
& there never was glorious rainbow
Without a wee splatter of rain.
Those negative thoughts, they’ll all have to go,
So, try & say ‘yes,’ when you want to say ‘no,’
& never say, ‘can’t,’ saying only, ‘I’ll try,’
Accepting things happen, not wonder, ‘but why?’
& if a kindness you have done
Has made somebody glad
Whatever griefs or fears were yours
How can thy heart feel sad.
Who likes to see dark clouds roll up
& hide the bright blue sky,
Who welcomes rain that spoils the fun
Why, neither you, nor I,
But, day-by-day, & all thro’ life,
It’s good to know the rain
Will pass, the clouds disperse, & then
The sun must shine again!
Then, mingling with this wondrous world,
By choice, or situation hurl’d,
One step won’t take you very far,
You’ve got to keep on walking,
One word won’t tell folk who you are,
You’ve got to keep on talking.
Perhaps you’ll be fac’d with the violent,
With all of their moron attacks,
If so, take time out & be silent,
Switch off, run a bath & relax.
& refrain from complaining about it,
For gossip’s a dangerous game,
Where slateful words & idle talk,
Can harm the honest name.
A careless word might kindle strife,
A bitter word might hate instill,
A cruel word might wreck a life,
But gracious words might someone thrill!
Let others gossip how they will!
If misfortune rumbles at ya,
Like a rock in fast free-fall
It can’t be a complete disaster,
For life carries on, after all.
If there’s a question left to solve
Somewhere within your heart,
All changes grow from firm resolve,
Such things must have a start.
When, climbing out of life’s dark traps,
No matter how daunting the slope,
Tho’ you spirits have sunk to your boot-straps,
& you feel that you simply can’t cope;
Take a step, & then go take another,
Just a heave at a time, taking care,
With a flash of delight you’ll discover,
One moment you’re suddenly there!
& so, before you’ll start your day
There’s one last thing I’d like to say –
There’s No need to huff & hurry,
Life is not all rush & worry,
For the world is full of magic
Take the time to stop & grasp it,
Catch the moment lest it dies,
Such enchantments can be fleeting,
Brief as passing butterflies!
Mumble Words 