i know sometimes <br />just like the seasons: this winter and summer <br />and spring and fall, <br />we change, we are governed by the laws of change <br />no doubt, but we can also choose what we want to be <br /> <br />i choose not to wear a sad face <br />i choose happiness <br />i choose bliss, i choose joy, i choose to be <br /> <br />the happy child of God, his joyful man, his smiling servant <br />there are sad moments <br />but there is no reason to be sad <br /> <br />this free will <br />wills to be happy, and no one, not even the devil <br />that lurks in the sad corners of sorrows <br />can take that disposition away from us <br /> <br />for in truth <br />the true child of God is the happy one <br />because he is loved <br />and every moment he is well taken cared of <br />more than the sparrows <br />whose only abundance <br />is found in the feathers <br />whose only home <br />is the nest <br />whose only treasure <br />are the clouds<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-not-wear-a-sad-face/
