Tell Yourself You'Re Happy - Poem by Marlin Nightingale
Happiness is quite a thing,
Can turn a pauper to a king,
Makes poor in spirit chant and sing,
Yet what true hope doth therein lie?
When my day is turning sour,
Can happiness control the hour?
If I turn my thoughts to flowers,
Will sorrow tell my world goodbye?
If I tell my heart its happy,
But my attitudes still snappy,
Now my brain is goin wacky,
Cuz I just told myself a lie!
Don't let sadness wrap around you,
Push away! Don't let it try to,
Clasp its ugly hands around truth,
So that we just want to die.
Happy is the sole survivor,
On a shipwreck full of whiners,
Mind our thoughts! and we, the victors,
Shall charge on with battle cry!
Tell yourself you're happy often,
And BELIEVE your heart can soften,
Else you'll build yourself a coffin,
Where you'll sit until you die!
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