He dreads each new day
And the many problems coming his way.
The duties and the chores,
Those of mine and those of yours.
Happiness, in his mind
Has forever been hard to find.
Inner peace always a mystery
Like a forgotten page of history.
Then one day he starts to see
It doesn't have to be like that for you and me.
A new moon is on the rise
Removing storm clouds from the skies.
A brilliant rainbow has appeared
In the skies which have been cleared.
Now each new day gives a choice
To dismay or rejoice.