The Little Folks

Even on your darkest day You can still find reason to smile Old sol is shining somewhere The dark is only here for a while Sadness never sticks around It usually comes and goes Bright days are bound to follow So let the good times roll Always look on the bright side A much happier place to be Take a page from the little folks Always laughing always free No future in singing sad songs They usually just bring you down Go around with a great big grin Play the part of a clown Even on your darkest day Spread joy whenever you can Share it with everyone you meet A guaranteed fail proof plan!
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Cunningham Avatar
June 6, 2022 at 2:01 AM
Excellent advice Jack, just playing catch up, been on my travels again, hope you are keeping well. Tom
Ellison Avatar
June 6, 2022 at 5:00 AM
On the road AGAIN!!! The world traveller! Where to this time? Welcome Back good friend!
De Beaulieu Avatar
June 5, 2022 at 3:24 PM
Hello Happy Jack, good advice Jack, Love Darlenexxxx-oooo. Smile when feeling sad. It would be hard to spread joy when it is darken itis worth a try.
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June 6, 2022 at 10:02 AM
Hello Happy Jack, yes it is mind over matter. Love, Darlene xxxx-oooo.
Ellison Avatar
June 6, 2022 at 5:02 AM
It's mind over matter! Love Happy Jack XOX
Hankins Avatar
June 5, 2022 at 9:38 AM
Wow, Jack. Your optimism is delightful. Such wonderful advice for us old guys, because sometimes we do fall into gloom.
Ellison Avatar
June 5, 2022 at 10:21 AM
Love it... "we fall into gloom" so well said Mr. Hankins! And as we age, more gloom, naturally! Some of us more than others my good man! Cheers!
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