So here's the sing-a-long song you'd hear me croon while
Princess Ravi waltzes round our living room, waving
Her 'madik' wand overhead:
Some day your prince will come, and
The love that connects one to the other will
Inspire your smarts and his to
Sit defensive reactions in the back seat of
The horse-drawn carriage that will transport
Your heartfelt connection toward
Strengthening as the future unfolds ...
And while singing, dancing and laughing with
My sweet natured grand daughter, guess what happens to
My dark side? The dark side of my spirit brightens so
Magically as to re-energize my belief that with
The right attitude anything's possible
And since light-hearted attitudes rekindle
My smile's sparkle, my inner sense of joy bubbles up
So naturally that you might ask me to name
The self empowering fuel which serves to disarm
My subconscious attitude of negativity in record time
And without so much as a moment's hesitation
My carefree mental stance would naturally reply:
The fuel that disarms negativity is positivity! Of course!
Then, I'd thank my power of intuition for, once again
Coaching my processor to string together
Bright lights of insight, which highlight
Mental confusion in need of simplification
By spotlighting file boxes filled with
Emotional complexity that my defense system
Represses from conscious awareness within
My subconscious warehouse, where fears
Left unresolved, can clearly be seen stacked on
Shelves inside my head, causing my inner strength of
Spirit to drag forth a dark sense of
Mental heaviness, based in my self disciplined need to
Dam up the danger of raging anger that secretly feels
So explosive as to darken my view of
The unknown, which lays in wait for us, one and all
Paraphrasing the cynical nature of Bernard Shaw
The rebellious nature of youth must push and pull
The older generation kicking and screaming into the future
Quoting the incorigably irrepressible Annie:
Adults whose spirits hope to frolic in
The fountain of youth as we age inspire
The imaginative portion of our brains to
Delight in time spent singing, dancing, laughing
And basking in sunny sensations of silliness just
Like the children we once were, and I've found
That blowing bubbles works wonders, too!
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