We Think, We Are. Poem by George Savige

If life to you means sadness,
You face each day with dread.
For you each day is madness,
To leave your nice warm bed.

And when you look around you,
The others have the best.
Although this may astound you,
Just try this little test.

What's done is gone,
Forget it. Stand up and fight again.
The past, if you will let it,
Will only give you pain.

Cause each and every action
Once done is in the past,
And just a tiny fraction
Of what you say will last.

So let sad thoughts forsake you,
They will not take you far.
Sometimes our thoughts can break us,
For what we think we are.