On the bright side, the sun's shining
'though in the long run, life's dying
Forget bald heads, aches, blocked noses
Think parents, kids, fruit, trees, roses
Not your cracking teeth, hammer toes, feet
Cracks on paving stones in the street
The closed down shops, potholes on roads,
Fruit flies, mosquitos, frogs, and toads
Ancient Egyptians, long before
Peacemakers, who started the war
Headlines in news, heroes, villains,
Those near and far, millions, billions
Norovirus, or tummy bug
A setback to all those I love
Kept far from me, but don't panic
From your viewpoint, just statistics
My bright blonde hides my grey hairs
On holiday, I fell down stairs
Learn - don't repeat what I have done
I don't phone home, upset my son
When I got home, he saw me, well
I shrugged, while walking and smiling
'That accident ...' but beguiling
Ignoring future we both see
He gasped, 'Oh dear, you fell - again.'
Not a question, it wasn't blame
I won't warn friends, 'Start of the end.'
Just, 'Each day's mixed, more of the same.'
World grows older, hotter, colder
Earthquakes, tsunamis, stop whining
One good day, dine and wine my way
A perfect day, bright sun's shining!
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I began with whining, changed in to wining. Thought of extending the line to ten syllables to make 'whining to wining'. But felt the poem need more positive words in the last verse, so left it as wining, drinking wine. In that case, but should change to yes, yes wining, rather than suicides but
Cutting each line to eight syllables produced lots of revisions. Finally, I changed lovely day to perfect day.
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