Amost Never

When those gray clouds gather up in a hurry to fret, and hide the brightness of the impatient sun that wants to come out and chase away the darkness: I take no umbrella and raincoat! Almost never I let feelings of worry upset me; oh, a rainbow is a delight to see... when breath needs air! When I'm feeling the weight of stress, I turn to happy thoughts and let them swing! Almost never, I look back to regret anything, or the wishefulness that betrayed hearts sing; almost never I recall the faces of friends that only smiled on occasions. Almost never I exchange hope for foolishness, or love for vengeance and unforgiveness; life can be a beautiful paradise or ugly hell, why would anyone hear a mourning bell? Why wouldn't anyone greet happiness?