All The Good Things

 

She got up that morning – wondering,
 
About all the things that made her sad
 
And all the things that made her mad
 
So she put them in a big black hat,
 
Counting…one…two…three….
 
Then she saw her child and saw her friends,
 
And that love that she knew would never end,
 
And she put them in a big white hat,
 
Counting…one…two…three..
 
And when she stood and looked at that
 
The good, the bad and the big tall hat
 
There were more of all the good things there,
 
And she had to smile at that.
 
 
bobby stevenson 2017

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