Moods Poem by Val Jennings
Moods
How I feel and what I do
should not be determined by an angry few.
On me, alone rests my tone and set for
I can enjoy or I can fret.
May I choose right and not regret
and do right and not upset.
No somber mood can bring me down,
if I employ a joyful clown.
No discontented, ne'er do well
can pay my ticket into hell.
I must avoid the murky gloom
that follows him into the room.
No sickly, sweet and honeyed embrace
can make me loose my waiting space.
I'll choose hope's eternal grace
and keep the glow upon my face.
No others moods, however strong,
should move my own moods along.
Proper in its time and space
moods can sorrow erase.
A proper way to proper be
is to let my moods build a proper me!
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4/23/2024 5:15:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
So true! Many people think our moods can't be controlled, that we are their 'victims' rather than their masters. I have close contact with many people with various types of bipolar disorder, and I have noticed that those who see themselves as hopelessly afflicted have a very poor prognosis, while the ones who are proactive and work toward stability and happiness are far likelier to reach that state. Thanks for your verse!