Count your blessings my dear,
Count them without fear,
Count the ones in favor,
Count the ones in disfavor.

Grab opportunity when it knocks,
Do not put up your hand to block
The underlying meaning'
of the emotions that send you careening.
 

Walk down the path to the right,
So that you may escape the fright,
Of the teeth that just might
Accost you during the night.

Walk, don't run, or you may miss,
The bus of life on the day this
Emotional decree will twist,
The very fabric of the mist.

Do not be afraid my little one,
For tomorrow the sun will come
And brighten our day some,
Chasing away all evil done.

© 2008 by Barbara Lynn Terry