Johnny, Don’t Give Up Just Yet

Johnny, don’t give up just yet

Though the ground is white with snow,

Though your toes get cold and wet

With all that’s going on below.

Heaven gifted you with joy

To share with those who tread this earth

so Johnny, blessed angel boy,

flash your smile for all you’re worth!

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Things Are Looking Up

Things are looking up.

When soul is lemon-squeezed

and gutter-balled,

where else can it go?

When spirit is avalanche-prone,

barreling spiral of mountain-top madness

plunging to certain death in

cataclysmic fury,

getting up is

supreme progress!

When  bottom is a taste in the teeth

and a grit in the face,

raising head to heaven

is elevation,

promotion,

accession to the Throne.