I love to hear Julie Andrews sing the sound of music
It gives the soul a lift
It makes my day,
When I'm feeling glum, you know those days, So I listen to her gift.
As the radio plays climb every mountain ford every sea
I try to sing it out and turn my glum around,
My inner self
Tells me I'm realy a truly happy sod and
Your happiness already has been found.
So I grab my dog and, dance around the room,
Then make sure
I'll spread my joy to everyone around
That life is what you make it,
With ingredients' of love, ... that's the only cure
That life is what you make it, With ingredients' of love, ... that's the only cure BEAUTIFUL
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ken, life is what we make of it and you sound like you try to make it wonderful even when the gloom tries to set in! Great write. This one just glo's! teo