Seconds, minutes, hours, days,
a little or lot of time plays.
As I play with this second of time,
a whole minute rings my chime.
Hopefully by the time I reach an hour,
my day won't began too sour.

Going into a whole day pending,
I'm on the right track sending.
Sending messages to my brain,
to keep me out of the storm drain.
The drain washes out to no where,
much misery and sadness there.

In the building blocks of time,
each joyful second rings my chime.
I can't predict the strain coming,
I dress each second succumbing.
Each second of joy maintained,
adds up to misery contained.

The longer I keep a joyful feeling,
the more life screams appealing.
I can certainly die at a blink,
so I maintain my joy each wink.
It's been about twenty minutes gone,
still my mind is joy prone.

If I had an hour glass,
I'd watch the sand flow down past.
I would try to count each grain,
knowing they are minus pain.
After the sand finished pouring,
I flip the hour glass knowing.

Knowing that at least I had a plan,
I just didn't sit and ignore lifes demand.

A joyful plan.

G