Attitude

ATTITUDE I can go through my day at the office With a frown or a scowl in my eye; I can snap at my head supervisor When he comes with more work passing by. I can moan when the system’s not working Or complain if it’s going too slow; I can gripe when I don’t get promotions Or they tell me my work is so-so. But when the grueling eight hours is over And I’ve sat there throughout them to brood, I will carry the problems out with me As I bring home my bad attitude. I can’t work with a chip on my shoulder For I’ll learn it hurts me more than they Who put up with my constant complaining As I try to get through one more day. Yes, there’s more whom I hurt through my groaning Than the ones who see hurt in my eyes. If I’d stop just for once to consider, I am sure I would soon realize That I’m hurting myself with nay-saying, And I’m feeding my mind poisoned food, So today I will smile and be happy With a positive, glad attitude.