Atmospheric Pressure
We all have our highs and lows
That make us happy or sad
We are like the weather I suppose
Which is sometimes good and sometimes bad
The lows bring rains to make the flowers grow
The highs bring sunshine and summer's glow
Our anger can whip up like a hurricane
with the fury of its wind
Your own blood pressure may rise again
Much to your own chagrin
So it pays to keep a sunny smile
And let the weather have its highs and lows
And you'll find that after a while
Your happiness will flow
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8/6/17
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017
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