This Morning
There’s no meaning in being punished over and over
Go quickly to the source of anger
Cut it out and then resume singing.
This morning is no time for drowning
There’s no point in not swimming in and for Spring
Do not hold grudges like a corrupt king
Be who you are and be proud you are living.
This morning is full of the stout sun
Your father would not want you limping
As if evil could deprive you of fun
And you would give up and stop fighting.
This morning proves Summer is coming
It’s breeze is from the recovered South
It’s shimmering light comes from knowing
That Good is at the source of its mouth.
This morning is the reason you’re living
Without it you wouldn’t be around
There wouldn’t be just one sunny sound
Understand but conquer your pain and resume giving.
This morning is not playing games
It knows the difference between ladies and dames
It’s got God’s will to fulfill
There’s a time to be ill and a time to be thrilled.