Like any girl or boy <br />Playing with a new doll or special toy, <br />I felt a sudden surge of happiness <br />I thought no sadness could destroy, <br />But after this brief interlude <br />Back came the aching, evil mood - <br />I felt my faith in goodness cease <br />And my fickle heart could find no peace. <br />Why does it always change like this? <br />We feel our mother's gentle kiss <br />Inviting us to childish bliss, <br />But once again it all turns black, <br />Our old anxieties come back <br />And we're stretched once more upon the rack! ! <br />Deep in my heart of hearts I guess <br />We can't rely on happiness, <br />Our shifting vagaries of mood <br />Make Optimism seem so crude <br />And yet the Pessimist's belief <br />Puts too much emphasis on grief. <br />The Will is made of sterner stuff, <br />The Intellect is far more tough, <br />So learn a bit of Discipline <br />And let the light of Logic in! !<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mood-swings-cognitive-therapy/
