When darkness sits inside your soul and cruel pain

- Like a festering wound inflicted by a knife -

Keeps on tearing at your heart again and again,

Go ’n kiss a flower; there’ll be sunshine in your life.

When, at the end of day, you arrive home weary

And instead of kiss, from your husband or your wife,

Words greet you at your door, unfriendly and dreary,

Go ’n kiss a flower; there’ll be sunshine in your life.

When your world seams colourless, gloomy and bitter

And all sounds like a shrill from a demented fife,

Your entire being is filled to brim with jitter,

Go ’n kiss a flower; there’ll be sunshine in your life.

Yes, at times this life can be very hard to live,

Full of sorrow and can be rife with ugly strife,

But also have many thousands of gifts to give…

…Go ’n kiss a flower; there’ll be sunshine in your life.

© P. J. Oszmann (2002)

(Illustration: Digital composite  based on an A. Geddes original  in Photoshop. 2004)