HUNTER THOMPSON, American Journalist.
Good news is rare these days, and every glittering ounce of it should be cherished and hoarded and worshipped and fondled like a priceless diamond.
THE DOLDRUMS
People like to gather with all their good friends
Talking about politics and how the world will end
They will bitch about taxes, weather, and spouses
Complain about their wages, lost value in houses
Relatives join in various festivities
Forgetting about the reason for these activities
They talk about secrets being carefully hidden
Affairs and addiction and most anything forbidden
Even in the churches after worship is done
In the basement they gather to greet everyone
Coffee and pastry so heartily shared
Over gossip and tales about adulterous affairs
Bad weather is discussed until quite overdone
Hasn't anyone noticed the great shining sun
Has made her appearance to brighten their hours
And chase away doldrums that winter empowers?
Why won't they discuss the positive things
That was escaping their thoughts in the absence of spring?
Inundated with negativity we become despondent and bitter
And get stuck in the feelings brought on by the winter
It is hard to dig out of the doldrums, you see
We forget to discuss faith for prosperity
It becomes easy to tear down our neighbors and friends
And forget about the many good times there have been
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