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!
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.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 